The Churchyard Ghost~by Neil Perry

 

 

The Churchyard Ghost

Out from the churchyard
In the ghostly dead of night,
A spirit wanders, hovering slowly,
Its lurid features white,
A mist, an owl hoot
Accompany the sight,
As the spirit wanders
Luminious and bright.

A couple kissing
By the churchyard wall,
Are startled sudden
By the owls hoot call,
And look and see
The ghostly spirit by,
With shivering fright
They leave their clothes and fly.

The ghostly apparition
Lets them be,
And stands in mist
Under an apple;
The couple flee
The place of life’s decay,
The ghost goes back
To wait for judgement day.