A Ghost For Halloween A swirling black mist covers the moors Seeping and weeping inside of the doors. Small cosy dwellings, so welcome and warm Discourage the ghosts that outside do swarm. Shadows of dark, oppressive Black shapes. A feeling of terror, trembling so awful it brings pain in it's wake. Right down the spine, that you thought of so bold. Till your blood feels like ice and your very soul cold. The door-handle turns just a little you see Then creaks and groans like a crone or banshee. As it swings fully open You can't help but stare Frozen in horror at what you see there. A large ghostly figure. All wispy and white. Swirling and whirling A part of the night. Suddenly silence! Not a sound to be Heard, no visions to see. Just blissful peace, And a spent and tired me. There are no more ghosts and the mists are long gone Full#moonshining brightly Like a beautiful sun So big and yellow and must weigh a ton. #poem #halloween