The air is still, in the darkness of night, <br />Shadows looming from a moon that’s bright <br />Strange noises heard, with a sense of fright, <br />The heart pounds loudly, in a chest so tight, <br /> <br />In the forest alone, and after dark, <br />Why am I here, to myself I remark, <br />As I lean on a tree, against its bark, <br />Knowing tonight will leave a mark, <br /> <br />Rumors and tales, of a story told, <br />Mystery awaits, somewhere in the fold, <br />It’s out there, in the air so cold, <br />Waiting and watching, or so I’m told, <br /> <br />I must stay focused, I must move on <br />Something moves, a deer with a fawn, <br />Continue my trek, before light of dawn, <br />Mystery awaits, that‘s why I‘m drawn, <br /> <br />To know the truth, or just a tale, <br />Of a spectral in white, with a long streaming veil, <br />A ghostly bride, looking so pale, <br />Searches were made, but to no avail, <br /> <br />Only appearing, as she looks for her mate. <br />Only appearing to those sharing a trait, <br />Of the man she wed, before meeting her fate, <br />She waits each night, before it‘s to late..<br /><br />B.J. Ayers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ghostly-tale/
