Ghosts 

Beneath the beams of the bright moonlight,

brave and bold, he fights the fight.

Clashing with claws of creatures concealed,

courageously he carves through the cursed field.



Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,

with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,

he thrusts his fists against the posts,

and still insists he sees the ghosts.

Comments 0
Loading...