The Ghoul

Dark Poetry

He limps down the street

you can hear the dragging of his feet.

He comes from the pits of Hell

what will he do next? No one can tell.

He goes to the graveyard late at night

into the darkness, out of sight.

The ghoul senses fresh meat

he sees an open grave and has a seat.

Owls in tree tops watching him

the streetlight start growing dim.

He sits and tears thecorpse apart

the ghoul starts eating the still bloody heart.

The corpse just put into the grave

the ghoul gets his fill, heads back to his cave.

He awaits for another night to begin

so he can sit and eat a freshly buried corpse again.

Copyright Cynthia Jones


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