The Wraith

About a night phantom!

              The Wraith         

Twain night ago,

As I lay to slumber,

A gazing out my window....

 

By the Cedar tree,

Above ground, 

Did float he!

 

With cloak , tatered and torn,

Swiftly he flew,

A ghostly wraith form!

 

Vanished , into the night,

With blink of eye,

A most unusual sight!

 

Wonder, will he return?

For what is his plight ?

So wish I, to learn!

                        

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

so do i, a lovely write, this is so good Joann, i like this poem v. much