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Ghosts
A shiver runs up the spine
But as you turn nothing is there
Continuing onward, you fight the urge
To look one more time
Do you believe in ghosts?
An apparition that follows your moves
Down a dark hallway,
Or while you lie quietly in your room
You hide beneath the covers
For this is the night of ghosts
A figure appears at the top of the stairs
A child playing in an empty room
More feelings of cold hands
Run all over your shivering form
The ghosts that haunt your every move
Chains that rattle and clang
Things that move without notice
A howl in the rafters that scare the mice
On a night that is common to all
The ghosts that are in your house
A candle that blows out
A blood-curdling scream in the night
Not just on All Hallows Eve
But every night in the haunted towns
For the ghosts that run at night
One Basin Street
The way we looked
When the curtain fell last night
I lie here alone in my place
You went to your lonely apartment
Down the road at One Basin Street
The flowers are ready to be taken
To the lady who cries into her pillow
I wonder if she will reject me
For the way I treated her tonight
Down the road at One Basin Street
My heart pounds, as I get closer
To her door in her two floor suite
The bell rings a sour sad note
As I wait to see her face once more
I am waiting here at One Basin Street
She opens the door slowly
Once she looked through the peephole
Her eyes widen with such delight
For the suspense is over for me
As I enter her suite at One Basin Street
Oh how we made love into the night
The sun was brighter than ever before
I have no fear of her throwing me out
Today or forever more
From her life at One Basin Street
Wherever You Are Tonight
It has been to long now
The fire in my heart rages on
The need, the desire to hold you close
Captures every moment within
Wherever you are tonight
I fill the days preparing for your return
The flowers are waiting to be ordered
The dinner that is on my mind
On this night and everyone thereafter
Wherever you are tonight
The jet races overhead
I hope that you are on your way home
But alas the days drag on
As I continue to ask
Wherever you are tonight
The Stake
Lying here alone
Until the moon rises at night
You wonder if I will strike again
To set my fangs within young flesh
Alas I can arise
Fly into the night sky
Searching for a victim
Lusting for the blood that flows
Ah yes there she is
The one I have wanted for along time
Cursed you have stopped me again
From drinking the lifeline of the victim
I must get away
To the safety of my coffin
But wait you have found my resting place
And so it shall be forever
As you have driven that stake into my heart
And my soul burns for all eternity
The Darkness
The fire in her eyes
From the darkness of her soul
She skulks across the threshold to her mate
He howls into the moonlight
She laughs off his attempt to scare her
As the teeth show pointy tips
He smiles and backs off
But her pursuit is to claim another
Stumbling in another room
She attacks her lover
Or is it her hell mate
Soon it is over
Where her sharp teeth
Leave holes in his neck
As his life line drips away
Licking his blood, she sees him dying
Only to join her in the darkness
The Graveyard
Dark and creepy
Deep into the night you stray
Headstones line the site
As you cut through the massive stones
Slowly you turn as you fear that something is abound
Suddenly you slip and fall
Into a hole dug too deep
Then remembering where you are
Scratching and clawing to get out
The moon hangs on high
Casting weird shadows of
Ghastly figures in the night
For you want to get away
Now that you are out
Your feet carry you to safety
From the scary, creepy
Graveyard
Unrehearsed
It was in the midst of June
Under the hot midday sun
An attempt to write thwarted
Of words that might meld together
Only nothing would take shape
While racking my brain
I began to walk about
Searching long and hard
Something that may be read someday
And yet nothing was there
So to the bench I did return
On that last day of spring
With written thoughts and notations
Then it dawned on me, I had it all
The flowers started the inspiration
Amidst the grass so green
Children were playing so merrily
With dogs scurrying about
The more I studied
The surroundings of this fine day
I realized the unrehearsed words of a play
Not The Raven
Please don't quote me
For I am not the raven
My thoughts upon this sheet
Are written quietly
For all to read sometime
Any poem that is read
May not be of expectations
Life turns out the words
To be shared in rhyme or verse
Love shows strength
Building a cornerstone
Encompassing the lovers
With warmth and beauty
Every day inner peace
Can send a heart a flutter
Read the lines of any verse
Enjoy the picture painted within
Then I repeat, please do not quote me
I am not the raven...evermore.
Visions of Poetry
A quaint little coffee Shoppe
Nestled in a suburban area
And still so near to the main action
I sat to enjoy the ambience
Looking about, I saw three visions of beauty
Pouring over some notes in books
Of people, places and history
Three spectacular young ladies
With smiles that lit up the place
Inspiration filters in
As these visions of creativity
Talk as they continue to study
Suddenly a poem takes form
Rhyme or reason within my head
What seemed to be a dry mass?
For the ladies I saw
Especially the petite blonde
Who did awaken the mind?
I wish I could thank them
For restarting a process
Once thought to be locked in tight
My visions of poetry
Happened upon me this way.
The Castle
There stands a castle
Amongst a forest of green
Darkness covers it
Like the snows of winter's cold
From the distance
It looks an awful fright
So unkempt, holes abound
No one ever dares to go near
As this place is so old
Only the bats fly from there
Into the light of the silvery moon
Making it even more eerie
This castle was once alive
A place where everyone visited
A knowledgeable young woman
Lived there quite alone
Friends to the rich and the poor
Who frequented this classy abode?
Then a wealthy young man
Began to court the young lass
And soon asked for her hand
When they soon became betrothed
Moving away from her home
To never be seen again
Now the castle sits alone
In desperate need of repair
A sale sign adorns the walkway
Outside a rusted iron gate
Contractors and cleaners
Slowly renovate the structure
Slowly replacing glass once broken
To rebuild the roof so full of holes
Where the bats can no longer enter
Now the lady who once lived there
Returns with her family
To this castle historic and humble
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