Whispers From The Grave

I was walking home from a Halloween party,
And passing by an old graveyard,
I heard a whisper low and weird,
I started running until I reached our yard.

I just knew it must be ghostly,
Because it certainly wasn't of this life.
I only wanted to get safely home,
And forget that awful night.

I know there was a rumor,
That ghosts roam in that place,
And I was not staying around to see,
If I could see a face.

It's told that in the tallest grass,
In that old cemetery mud,
Was a casket on the ground,
Washed up from recent floods.

I calmed myself and thought I'd see,
If any of this was true.
I put on my bravest face and into the night,
But didn't find a clue.

But then ahead of me I could see,
A shadow of a man,
I wondered if that story might be true,
Maybe washed up from the sand.

He started walking toward me,
And that really made me scared,
Because I could see, but just his eyes,
They had that ghostly stare.

I thought I was strong and brave,
Before this Halloween,
But some times I have heard,
Ghostly things can be real mean.

As he moved in closer I could hear,
That whisper of the dead,
How some can be around at night,
And some have lost their head.

Your mind can play tricks on you,
I began to wonder if ghosts really did exist.
If not where did this one come from,
From that coffin in the ditch.

That rumor all came real to me,
That spirits are around,
Maybe looking for their loved ones,
Until they all are found.

Maybe restless for their home place,
Where they can rest in peace,
Not really knowing where to go,
Not knowing how to cease.

I gave up on my ghostly hunt,
And headed back for home,
If they are out there somewhere,
It's best to let them roam.

As I live in a different world,
I can be of no help to them,
But I'll always wonder if they're trapped
In a time that's dark and dim.

Faye Reyenga © 10/06/2009
Faye Reyenga