A Ghastly Face Have I Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A Ghastly Face Have I



A ghastly face have I
A skeleton
A ghost
A roar of thunder
In the wild and hoar
In the dance of the ancient ghosts
In the hoar of the desert snows:
The ghastly face remains
Nay
To ghostly face transforms.

Friday, February 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts
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