A Ghostly Tale

A little church with worn old pews But one is worn in three spots for clues Its said to be haunted and souls still roam Stories of forbidden love and broken homes The souls of those now long past the imprint of lives that did not last the stories of those who dwell within with ghostly tails of lives with sin for in that church the lust did flow not only to church did the pastor go for the story's told he had a love forbidden by God from up above but she turned away and told him farewell this love would surely send them to hell a heart so broken he could not bare he took his life in a way unfair he hung him self from the beam that day to tell his love who turned away His loneliness too much to take he would be gone before she wake the church bells rang with no one there as a cry of pain no man could not bare so to this day the pews are marked with the imprint of love found there in the dark If you go to see, there you will find a pew with three imprints now left behind For her and her husband sat there for years While the preacher preached and she shed tears Those around her thought for the message she wept But the tears did flow for the bed she slept He preached, but longed to sit by her side And hold her close where their love abide And to this day the imprint of their lives is forever embedded on that pew of lies.