Tomnahurich Hill
The full moon shines
On Tomnahurich Hill
Even looking
Gives you the chill
The Fairy hill
Mound of the dead
When white silhouettes walk
The townsfolk dread
A ship lost at sea
Engulfed by the mass
The cries of their drown
Rise through the grass
They call out the names
Of their loved ones they miss
This night of the dead
As they float through the mist
This crew of souls
Lost in their roam
Thousands of miles
From their Argentine homes
What amazes the townsfolk
Of Inverness
This crew lost at sea
In roaming distress
Their ship was lost
Of the Falklands coast
Thousands of miles away
But we see their ghosts
So when the full moon shines
On Tomnahurich Hill
No blood is spilt
Only their ghostly return will
To continue the Ghost trail, having being tagged by Sara Kendrick,
in turn i tag Mr Vince Suzadail Jr to do a ghost poem and tag a soul.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy3.php
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