An old rock wall
With an iron gate.
I pass on through
Then hesitate.
Age…ed headstones
Covered with moss.
Eerily do I…………
………come across.
The cool night fog
Hangs damp and still.
I wonder what’s……….
…………..upon that hill.
A large oak tree
Moon lit yet shady.
Gives refuge to
The Old Green Lady.
Her clothes are ragged
Tattered and torn.
And on her feet
Leather boots are worn.
A black knit shawl
Hung o’er her shoulder.
For as night wanes,
The air grows colder.
Rising slowly……….
……….As she dances.
She fades into
The twisted branches.
A scarier site
I’ve yet to see.
That Old Green Lady
Has frightened me.
Anxious though
And tempting fate.
I’ll return tomorrow
………..Lest I be late.
Would you care to join me?
This a great poem filled with suspense and of course fright, , , excellent for the Halloween season or any other, , , , I'd love to the series...II III and IV
Wow, I'm immersed in this scenario....you have to! ! ! have a Green Lady II and III
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poetry indeed. Kept me reading..