In the Graveyard
I remember I roamed on that night -
as a sceptic, I thought it was fun,
but received such a terrible fright,
when I spotted the ghost of the nun.
In the midst of the yard was a tomb,
and she hovered beside it and wailed,
that I sensed her a portent of doom,
and my heart (that was strong) almost failed
as I counted the number of souls,
and the eyes of those spirits were red.
What a stench as they rose from the holes
to escape from the house of the dead!
I was praying and crying in fear;
but by morning I blamed it on beer...
written 23rd February for Julia's Ghost contest
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2021
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