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The Ghost Whisper

In the night I’ve heard them whispering,
Echoing voices carried upon the breezes of the softened
Winds, the detached, disembodied begging for helps
Resolve.
Within the rustling leaves of fall, a crispness of winters
Chilling breathes stinging and biting, at the last of the
Summer winds undertow, here in tombstones alley
The season of the dead begins, and the restless
Stir within.
Interments holding cells for the departed deceased,
Graveyard prisons with skeletal inmates rattling
Against their ethereal cages, like wild animals
Clinging to the dream of freedom beyond.
In Isolation's torture chambers beneath this
Cold hard ground, these spiritual beasts
Scream in a howling’s roar, we are here!!
A teasing flickering light, is the power lord of Christ,
As its white a glow, dances on the ferried edges along this
Graveyard of the dead, for this is the valley
Of the dammed, the forgotten, the unforgiving,
Those without remorse’s salvation.
Cold gray numbered stones, with no names reprieve,
Remain the only markers left behind them,
These the criminal insane, driven in life to destroy,
Now even in death they shall find no peace.
For the souls of the innocent patrol here,
The guardians of the faithful, the sentinels
Of God, stalking within the shadows, spiritual walkers
The gate keepers of light, shutting out the darkness
Of hell, by padlocking the iron gates to its entry
Deadened zone.
In the night I’ve heard them whispering,
Echoing voices carried upon the breezes of the softened
Winds, the detached, disembodied begging for helps
Resolve.
Within the rustling leaves of fall, a crispness of winters
Chilling breathes stinging and biting, at the last of the
Summer winds undertow, here in tombstones alley
The season of the dead begins, and the restless
Stir within.
Beware the ghost whisper whom treads on this
Unholy ground, for your footings step is unleveled,
You’ve been tricked my friend dare not turn around,
Leave this place of evil, and resist the lord’s pray,
And get out right now, for you know not what
You may disturb!!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © Cherl Dunn | Year Posted 2015

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Anton Smith Date: 9/12/2015 5:05:00 PM very well written piece that creates some very strong, haunted imagery of the cemetery. I liked this piece and I think you are very talented. :) would you care to take a look this Facebook page which might be of interest: https://www.facebook.com/Raven3.gothic?ref=tn_tnmn Many thanks! Login to Reply

Funom Makama Date: 4/20/2015 8:03:00 AM great poem. As promised, I returned and I am glad I did because the freshness of your talents are yet again exhibited through these wonderful lines. Definitely a 7 Login to Reply

Poet Destroyer A Date: 3/15/2015 5:05:00 PM Hi Cheryl, how do you go from yummy to spooky... :) :) :) great write, I'm not worried about the ones who find no peace. Makes this world a little creepy... love LINDA Login to Reply

Carolyn Devonshire Date: 3/15/2015 1:30:00 PM Hon, you have created a complete story written perfectly in verse. The fear of leaving "this place of evil" only to find darkness on the other side resonates throughout. My favorite lines are: "The guardians of the faithful, the sentinels Of God, stalking within the shadows, spiritual walkers." Haunting images of the cemetery and the spirits that dwell among the tombstones. Love, Carolyn Login to Reply