Ghost She Loves the Most
A coffin lies empty in the light fog mist
A woman sits near a candle casting spells
She hopes to see her master who can’t resist
The lure of her voice bringing him out of hell
She hears a noise right behind her in the woods
She fears a curse but instead sees men in hoods
They combine forces with hers to bring this ghost
She hopes her master lives for she loves him most
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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