Written after a stormy and spooky night. A night it was just great to be tucked up in bed all safe and warm while the ghosts and other creatures roamed the world.
The Wind of Souls
On a winter’s night,dark and black as coal
The wild wind howls like a demented soul
Like a raging animal left loose from it’s cage
Venting it’s pent up fury and rage
Shrieking like a banshee,they scream and they call
Like demented demons ,battering the gable wall
Rattling the windows and knocking on doors
Ghostly footsteps on creaking floors
Not a night for humans to venture out
There are other world creatures out and about
The veil between worlds is torn and thin
God only knows what strange creatures come in
Ghostly shades and lost Spirits roam
A night to stay warm,safe and at home.
A night to snuggle up and stay in bed
And pull the blankets up to cover your head
As the storm rages against window and glass
And wait for the Wind of Souls to pass.
c/ Denis Murphy 23 Feb 2017