Ghost Village Poem by Justin Gildow

In the Ghost Village
Bats fly harmlessly in the sky
Gravestones are littlered all over the place
Stone formations go in each and every way
The grass is many different colors of green
The pond may be crystal blue and clear
But even that adds to the eerieness

In the Ghost Village
I continue to walk along
Even though it's creepy here
I have a reason for being here
A favor for a friend that I must do

Walking around the Ghost Village
I'm not scared
But I'm on edge
Feeling the creepiness of this place
Just keeps adding fear to my face
Slowly, gently, creepily