Pay The Ghosts Poem by Lamina Ifeoluwa

The day whispers softly and the night crawls in cold
A time when Autumn trees bleed red and gold
Stealthily we wait through blood drenched days
Amidst strawberries and bales of hay

The night wanes and we feel the lure
Towards creepy darkness and things not pure
The veils are torn apart and ghosts dance by
Spying Ravens and eagles that fly

This is what happens during the dark ancient times
When people feared the night that spat out chimes
Why were they scared?
I do not know, but the nights they always dread

Slowly the night fades back to day
And phantom of monsters flood away
We paid the ghosts e'ry
year once a night
Till salvation came and showered upon us light.