The Ghost

Cherry

By luigi_pagano

Tue, 31 Oct 2017
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It was nearly midnight
as I approached the grave
of a notorious villain
and feeling very brave.
 
In the past he had killed
but escaped detection
because he was skilled
at covering his tracks.
 
He was never caught
but he didn’t last the distance
and got his comeuppance
in a duel he fought.
 
His tomb was inscribed
with the rascal’s name
and on a marble slab
flickered an eternal flame.
 
Buried deep underground
he still could find no peace;
the clash of deathly blades
was a din that didn’t cease.
 
At the witching hour
his ghost tried to flee
the crypt in which he lay
and regain his liberty.
 
He floated in the air
but could not leave the plot,
chains restrained his ankles:
he was rooted to the spot.
 
I am descended from
the guy who punished him;
he wished to slaughter me
but it was a useless whim.
 
© Luigi Pagano  
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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I see this week's Ip has unleashed a torrent of productivity from you Luigi!

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

I heard on the news that productivity was low so I endeavored to make an effort. wink

Luigi x

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You're on a hallowene roll Luigi.

Congrats on the cherries. Well deserved.

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Cheers Jenny. Plenty of myths and legends to inspire one.

Luigi xx

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Nice use of rhyme and a great narrative too!

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Chuffed that you think so. Much appreciated, PS.

Luigi yes