Ghost Stories
It was dark and cold,
Sitting, we could hear the wind whistle through the palm leaves,
With fire from the wood , we kept warm,
Stories from the old lady refreshed the mind,
telling of great rulers,warriors and inventors,
Laughter echoed in the cold night,
As she ended by sharing a joke,
All retired to bed as she felt tired,
But I,yes I, stayed by the friendly fire as i pondered,
Thinking deep of her tales,
I could hear voices in my head as I stared into the fire,
"It is done ","Yes my Lord","We shall go to war","Why are you still by the fire ", she asked
"Thinking ",I replied
She smiled."Stare deep into the fire, tell me what you see ",she beckoned,
I stared at the golden flames,
Causing my soul to dance to its unstable tune,
"learn,learn,learn', a voice cried from its depth,
"Stories are told,indeed,to refresh the mind"
"But most importantly,they are lived for lessons to be learnt"
"To build a better personality"
"Weary cries are heard from the graves of our ancestors"
"Calling on us to be better persons",
"Think,my son think", the voice ended,
I drew near to the moon's radiance,
And knew that men learn of history but fail to learn from it,
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