I knock on the door,
who will be there?
Out comes a ghost —
a frightful scare!
The ghost has got me
in its spell —
no treats for me,
and what’s that smell?
The ghost’s cooking me
in a witch’s brew —
with eye of newt
and rats’ tails too!
The water’s bubbling
under my chin,
and the ghost gets a snake
and tips it in!
Oh no, oh no —
what can I do?
But it’s only a dream,
it’s all over — “Phew…”
Image from Pixabay
The sky was turning darker
Minutes quickly passing by
As stars began to twinkle
In the fading lost light sky.
Void moon increases darkness
Sleeping humans in their bed
The drop into their body
Is swift but not widespread.
Spirits come out dancing
The crossing has been made
And there within the darkness
The spirits do invade.
A body borrowed for the night
Instead of floating free
The spirits take possession
But not for eternity.
Then early in the morning
Before it is daylight
The reversal begins
Spirits take their flight.
Bodies dispossessed
And unaware of all
Life continues on
Until spirits once more call.
Photo by Pixabay
Creepy Stuff
I don’t like vampires
They’re toothy and scary
I cannot stand werewolves
They’re noisy and hairy
But ghosts, I just love them
They glide across halls
And what’s even cooler
They glide right through walls.
Pat Simmons © 2014
