Before Halloween is officially over, here's a little treat for you guys.
Man, I have not written new poetry in a very long time. I need to get back into the groove.
Enjoy.
Ghost in the Graveyard
Written by: TJgamer
Down in the cemetery,
Past the old, rotting oak,
Is a spirit so scary,
Your heart will surely choke.
In the blackness of the night,
Its spectral form it will conceal,
Once its prey comes into sight,
Their skin will soon flash bright teal.
This ghost's tricks are witty,
It scares its victims just for fun,
It always makes this thing so giddy,
When screaming people turn and run.
So to you I strongly urge,
Never enter that haunted place,
Until we hear the sweet dirge,
Of your holy soul's departing grace.
The idea came from an old childhood game we used to play that had the same name as the poem's title.
Two or more people wait in a certain room that is considered home base, while one other, being the ghost, hides somewhere in a darkened area. The players then slowly walk into the dark room and keep a sharp lookout for the ghost. Once the ghost jumps out of his or her hiding place, everyone must hurry and run back to base before the ghost catches one of them. If the ghost succeeds, that caught player would be next as the ghost.
Anyway, I hope you liked it. And if there are any mistakes, errors, criticisms, or questions, feel free to give them.
Good night! Happy Halloween!
(And keep watch for the monsters under your bed or in your closet!) :cer_evil: