Ghostly Poetry Haunted Nursery Rhyme I The moon and many stars shone from the violet sky. I promise you; these words are neither fib nor lie. Silver and silky fell their fine, flowing rays— Far gentler than the burning sun on most days. The slow, serene, whistling breeze after twilight does tell Of nocturnal phantasies and fables that cannot dwell. Shades and shadows scurry, gather, and churn, Singing lost tales most souls will never learn. But few willingly awaken after dark, As if they sleep beneath the sweet, singing lark. Yet when you are finally freed from your dreams, A grisly and gruesome nightmare the world seems. On gray limestone, two dates have been engraved; Will the mourners call you fair and behaved? Beyond the worm-eaten wood, beyond the damp dirt, The day’s dreadful deception shall not ever hurt. Return to Ghostly Poetry Next Poem Previous Poem

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