Haunted Each Night By A Ghostly Visitor (With Apologies to Robert Frost)

Whose spirit comes each midnight bell
To haunt my house, I cannot tell
It wails and weeps till morning breaks
Then shimmers and returns to Hell

It rises from a graveyard near
Then drifts into our own house here
To frighten all who live within
And cause us all to quake with fear

It howls and wanders through the halls
Then passes through our bedroom walls
An anguished spirit who can’t rest
Like us who listen to its calls

Whoe’er it is, I cannot say
I fear that it is here to stay
At least until the break of day
At least until the break of day

© 2006 Clara Chandler - All Rights Reserved

Ghost Photo Courtesy of Evil Uncle Ernie