The Graveyard Ghost

Inspiration strikes at the oddest times. I had a sudden inspiration to write while doing my Geometry homework. What can I say? Poetry is so much more interesting than proofs.

The Graveyard Ghost

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

Alone and brooding, he haunts the tombstones,

Waiting. Waiting and watching,

Wondering. Wondering who will venture first,

Scorning the rumors and abandoning sense,

Driven merely by foolish pride.

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

Stormy and insane, he has no mercy,

Killing. Killing and enjoying,

Smiling. Smiling his manic smile,

Delighting in the intruder’s scream,

Savoring every moment.

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

Scarred and terrified, he is not happy,

Thinking. Thinking and wandering,

Remembering. Remembering times long ago,

When he was a boy, and she was a girl,

Head-over-heels in love.

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

Jumpy and frightened, he is cautious,

Staring. Staring through everything,

Regretting. Regretting a crime he once committed,

Horrified at the sight of her blood,

Stained across her chest.

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

What's the weirdest time inspiration has struck YOU?