Redundant Ghosts
Ghouly the Ghost walked at night,
His loud howls gave all a fright.
Until one day, he lost his voice.
It just happened, without a choice.
How can a ghost haunt if it can't wail,
To Ghouly, this was beyond the pale.
He wandered through this once haunted house
Aimless and timid, as a mouse.
Wondering where Ghouls who have had their day
Dwell hereafter or fade away.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2021
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