Ghoul, a poem written by David Haven at



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.

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