The ghost
The lonely ghost visited me
At first it had a body
It spoke and laughed with me
Then into the thin air it vanished
Leaving behind memory ashes
I made a castle of love from those ashes
Which blew time and again when storms came flashing
Reconstructed those castles time and again
But the construction lost its textures and paints
My love kept nourishing the foundations strong
Only to realise the ghosts don't ever return
Slowly the ghost turned the building into ruins
For it found another beautiful home in a fair maiden's bosom
My songs and voices turned painfully bleating
Animals moaning every now and then for this ghostly creature
The ghost turned off the audio systems and handed it over to others to get rid of all this creepy sounds
Ghost was haughty when his mind was polluted with potty
Living devils found a lot of stinking piss to feed this minion
Slowly disgusted with lies, deceits, shameful stories the ghost completely receded
But had to keep his honour and dignity of being a idol of mercy
So he kept visiting my ruins confirming his poor intentions as worthy
Soon I realised all the follies of the devils work done in there
Prayers to Almighty turned the ruins into decayed ashes
From which stink arose and nothing of memories felt like rose
What could be a better end of this ghost story?
Stephen Atkinson
Wed 16th Sep 2020 12:20
Great, atmospheric work