Ghoul, a poem written by David Haven at Spillwords.com

Ghoul

Ghoul

written by: David Haven

 

The thing below came looking
up at the midnight sky
from the depths of the deep, dark earth
where the rotting corpses lie.

It looked up at the silver moon
and it gave a mournful cry
for it lived among the graves
where people go to when they die.

With a wicked glimmer in its eyes
and a putrid, yellow grin
with blackened blood
dripping from its mouth
it went back down again
where the rotting corpses lie.

David Haven

David Haven

I’m a 63 year old male born in Ohio but now I reside in Alabama. I believe there are things that are part of the natural world that exist beyond the five senses. I enjoy trying to create a mood with words.
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