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Ghost of Culloden
Weekend away in medieval castle
Traveling to Scotland on overnight train
Read the account of Culloden battle
Highlanders lost cherished domain.
Eyes feeling heavy am swept away
living the moment from long ago
Brave clan tartans fought that day
Historically painful tale of woe.
Gossamer mist invades my dream
Long dead minstrel sings of noble deed
Ghostly features with passion gleam
He's haunted by unspoken need
His presence powerful when I awake
Know exactly what he aspires too
Culloden fields he cannot forsake
To clan markers I go, together we view.
High on the moor, the wind is fierce
His spirit returns to his long lost past
Feel my heart so gently pierced
He's returned to highland roots at last.
Copyright ©
Delice Arleen Skelly
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