Ghost Upon The Dale Poem by Clive Culverhouse

feex
porp
were the sounds it voiced
its horror wazed becrimingly
but shadows do not cry
and without light stay hid
but this young haze
mistied oozingly, it did
and cast the hills
in zeed

though a zeed
in foxes scream
in ghostly taunt and zail
becorred a kraw
so screechingly
and waned upon the dale

the dale
oh the dale
barren
deathly zile and zool
for along the horizon
each midnight
echoes ghost and ghoul