Ghastly Ghost
From the house of the dead it came
with long spindly toes and crooked nose.
It stood on its hind legs
to a height of eight feet
on knobby knees against the breeze.
“Why are you here? What’s the reason?”
Such a shrill screech did it release!
It held hourglass and scythe
in its sinuous claws.
It gave me fright to view that sight.
It glanced at the house of the dead
as sadness overcame it like shame.
Its demeanor austere.
It fell silent at the
far sound of a merry-go-round.
To the house of the dead it turned
before I learned why it adjourned.
Still I remember it –
my final encounter –
with dread from the house of the dead.
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