Ghost Walk

As the sun went down

And darkness approached

We waited with baited breath

Then out of the shadows, A man appeared

Dressed in Edwardian clothes.

Top hat and cloak

a cane in one hand

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A medieval city, haunted with charm

As he started his curious tales,

With a whisper of caution,

And an evil laugh

The story starts to unfold.

We strain to hear his words.

We look for ghosts in silence

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Quietly walking through cobbled streets

Straining to see in the dark

Mist rises up from the ground

A eerie silence rests upon us

We stop by a vacant shop

And in the window a flickering light

A blood curdling sound from above

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Heart beating fast, holding my breath

A cold damp feeling touches my neck

Sends shivers down my spine

As I peer through my fingers

The shadows dance around

In the flaming light

I wonder what is next

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Then the wickedest of laughs

Resonates through my head

As the flickering flame disappears

And out of the shadows steps

Our guide with a smile and says

There no ghosts here tonight.

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Half moon

I saw the moon, I thought of you

This half moon shining brightly

Do you see the same moon I see?

Is yours as bright as mine?

This half moon I see,

It radiates happiness

From my side it is so bright

It captures my thoughts

It shares them with the stars

They twinkle brightly

We search for the stars we know

Stories unfold, memories shared

As the dark sky fills with tiny lights

So even when you’re not with me

And when the clouds are dark

The moon is always there

Waiting for the moment

To share its light once more

So you can see the moon

Is it look the same as mine?

If I painted a picture

If I painted a picture

What would you see?

A bright moon shining

In a blue velvet sky

Glistening in the dark sea

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If I painted a picture

What would you see?

Warm breeze running through

My sun kissed hair

Ruffling it up

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If I painted a picture

What would you see?

My smile laughing

As you joke and laugh

Making me happy

.

If I painted a picture

What would you see?

Bright blue skies

Turquoise lagoon

Water lapping at our feet

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If you painted a picture

What would I see?

You smiling back at me

You laughing, your happiness

You being you, me being me

Light of the Russian Doll

Dark is my space

No Sunlight, No twilight,

No moonlight, No starlight.

Hidden away, forgotten.

Silence falls around me

Only my memories

Talk in my head

Nestled in this void

No understanding of time

I once was beautiful

Painted elaborately

The smallest one

At the very heart

In the middle of the layers

Now movement

Gently at first then

Shaking, banging

Suddenly brightness

Searing, exciting

Releasing me from this space

Freedom and identity

My time to shine

As I am brought

Into the light

Mud Zombies

Dark deep black pool

Bubbling gently, steam rising

Squelching mud

Oozes between my toes

Hot, sticking to my skin

Entering slowly, being engulfed

Disappearing within the dark slimy mud

All is quiet and still

Emerging from the pool

Each one covered

Bright eyes, white teeth

Skin black, faces covered

Struggling to stand

Slipping underfoot

Sliding, laughing, talking

Zombies awkwardly climbing out

Dark grey fades to light

Skin taught, crackling skin

Zombies moving slowly

Towards a hot pool

Diving in

Emerging quickly

Zombies disappeared

We are people once again.