Wrong Night

The stars are not so bright
In this eerie moonlit night.
The wind is calm, the night is still
On the air anticipation is a thrill.

I walk into the ancient graveyard
And see all the headstones scarred.
I know that I should not be here
But I want to show I have no fear.

The wind begins to howl
Hoping it is just an owl.
Goosebumps rise upon my skin.
My face has lost its happy grin.

My hair begins to stand on end
I turn as I begin to comprehend
That I am not alone here.
Oh please please be a peer.

Oh my no one heard that prayer
As I see a ghostly apparition there.
Pale and transparent and rising
My fear there is no disguising.

I start to let out several screams
But my mouth can't open it seems.
The ghost moves towards me
Oh lord how I need to pee!

It begins to quietly beckon
It wants me to follow I reckon.
I begin to languidly follow
My fear I do so swallow.

Big mistake!
I start to shake.
Standing before me
Is a ghostly sea.

So many many ghosts
My body they beg to hosts
Their ghastly essence
And demand acquiescence.

I picked the wrong night
To prove I have no fright.
Ghosts have me locked inside
My mind as my body I am denied.

Forever trapped in my mind
These entities shall always find
A way to forever roll
And steal your very soul!

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