Angry wind

You howl around the house
Bending branches
Thrashing against the window
What do you want?
So Desperate to engage with me
I’m non responsive
You Force the glass, it shakes
You Rattle the doors
You roar and moan
I don’t understand you
Your fury is forceful
I am quiet
I stop and listen
I hear your screams, your pain
Your howling drops to a breeze
You whisper, I see you now
You are calm again
The world is still once more

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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

.

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.