Keep
The haunted castle looms ahead,
I feel a sudden chill
and wonder should I turn and leave
or venture up the hill.
Approaching it, I see a flash
and glimpse a ghostly shape,
that walks upon the crumbling keep -
my instincts scream: escape!
I try to run but cannot move
and wish I hadn't come;
I try to speak but find I am
by now completely dumb.
The figure, huge with glowing eyes,
is staring down at me,
as silently I pray for help
and feel I have to flee.
But then a second ghost appears;
embracing, they both leap -
the night returns to peaceful calm,
as now the lovers sleep.
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2023
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