A Ghostly Tale Poem by B.J. Ayers

The air is still, in the darkness of night,
Shadows looming from a moon that’s bright
Strange noises heard, with a sense of fright,
The heart pounds loudly, in a chest so tight,

In the forest alone, and after dark,
Why am I here, to myself I remark,
As I lean on a tree, against its bark,
Knowing tonight will leave a mark,

Rumors and tales, of a story told,
Mystery awaits, somewhere in the fold,
It’s out there, in the air so cold,
Waiting and watching, or so I’m told,

I must stay focused, I must move on
Something moves, a deer with a fawn,
Continue my trek, before light of dawn,
Mystery awaits, that‘s why I‘m drawn,

To know the truth, or just a tale,
Of a spectral in white, with a long streaming veil,
A ghostly bride, looking so pale,
Searches were made, but to no avail,

Only appearing, as she looks for her mate.
Only appearing to those sharing a trait,
Of the man she wed, before meeting her fate,
She waits each night, before it‘s to late..