I parked the volvo at two am

cut the engine on the old 760

the November night closed in.

Outside, the air at Borley was fresh

a light wind stirred by the blunted church

only hedges and drives, bungalows

where the rectory had been

and the still extant lodge. 

The Victorian pile razed by fire  before the war

i'd read the stories

of a ghostly nun, mysterious li...

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On the northern line last night

    I chanced upon the strangest sight

as I took my usual seat

    in the clammy noisy heat.

A man sat opposite a little along

    just staring at an absent throng

for the carriage was empty apart from myself

    and he was perfectly still.

His coat was heavy and dark as night

    with his feet together as if held tight,

and as we ...

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be mine fair lady

I will drag you down

down to dreamless sleep

be mine fair lady

your sweat shall be my sweat

your wet       my wet

be mine fair lady

as you twist and turn

cry out as I surround your soul.

From where do I come?

it matters not,

the curtains have parted

so

lie still fair lady

pray for your mind if you must

but leave you...

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"That's where the ghosts are,"

said the woman.

Just a field it was, when

came of a sudden a breeze

 to make a sad song of the oaks and elms

and gave us pause.

"We respect them," she said

not wanting to upset their cause

"and most times stay away."

Shivering I turned and made for the house

as clouds bore down making dense the cloak of trees

near the end of that autu...

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