Ye who, passing
graves by night,
Glance not to the
left nor right,
Lest a spirit should
arise,
Cold and white, to
freeze your eyes...
~James Russell
Lowell, "The Ghost-Seer"
Spirits in a
Cemetery
By Nomar Knight
The mind claims a
trickery of light
To explain ghosts
roaming at night
Frozen in a state of
awe
Confirmed by a
crow's caw
Should you be
inclined to run
You'll miss out on
all the fun
Cemeteries aren't
just for the idle dead
Nor an apparition
without a head
When at last you try
to move
Scary thoughts kill
your groove
If a hand reaches
for your booze
The ghost just wants
to shmooze
Perhaps he's you're
only friend
Since the living
only pretend
Share your spirit if
you can
For once he was a
man
Who sang and drank
and bled
But now your new
friend's dead
Don't tell a soul of
your new mate
They'll insist that
ghosts don't date
Secrets are better
kept not shared
It's not like you
were dared
To stroll upon the
solemn grounds
Amidst white shadows
and hell hounds
So drink up now and
cheers to you
No more loneliness
or feeling blue
Two happy drunks are
better than one
Who knew that
cemeteries were fun
Just be sure to go
back home
Lest you become a
ghost that roams
©2015 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Nomar Knight Poem.
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