When moon is full and stars shine bright,
I love to wander through the night,
the cool crisp air and ghostly light,
clears my mind and makes things right.
When strolling thus beneath the moon
I came upon a dark lagoon,
with sounds of nightlife all in tune,
the scene was like an old cartoon.
In black and white with background sound,
I knew a haven I had found,
where time had stopped and all were bound,
by mystic forces to the ground.
Although this scene seemed sheer delight
I felt that something was not right,
though I could see no life in sight,
far too much noise, for dead of night.
I turn to leave as shadows loom,
my instinct said, all here were soon
to dance the role of death’s own tune,
by capture souls, beneath full moon.
I listened now to every sound
that echoed deep from all around.
At last I knew what I had found,
a banshee’s lonely hunting ground.
But he would never take my soul,
to let him live, to make him whole.
For then I’d have to take his role,
I could not let him claim his goal.
So from my mouth I threw a curse,
the type that didn’t get much worse,
I banished him with one quick verse,
before our roles turned in reverse.
I really think I did quite well
for all came peaceful in that dwell.
My curse had sent him back to hell,
thank god that I had used that spell.
So now I wander free again,
down moonlight tracks and darkest lane,
to meet lost souls, then call their name,
for ‘reapers’ always win their game!
I like this old fashioned ghost story, full of your usual life and wit. No matter what you write, it always feels jaunty! It has a verve and character that marks it as yours.
A fun and enjoyable romp in the dark lanes . This is an entertaining piece of rhyming poetry-the rhymes fit the story not the story fitting the rhyme. Good work you old rhyme-master...
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