Ghost Walk!

Should have kept away from that Ghost Walk! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

Why did I agree to do that ghost walk

was what I often asked myself.

leading groups around the old town

time too short for research of legends.

panic had set in long before the event

wanted to back out  but too much a gent.

Determined not to let anybody down

it became my new challenge.

putting on a good show for the public

creating the right atmosphere.

yet uneasy at what to expect now

the moment was here to take a bow.

Cue cards in hand I took that deep breath

as large groups followed me around

wearing top hat a cloak hiking pole in hand

like the pied piper they followed

listening to the tales of ghosts and folklore

as I talked they seemed to want more.

After all that apprehension I enjoyed it

ad-libbing as they came up close

but in the shadows it began to change

feeling that taste for blood…

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