A Grave Encounter Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

The moonlight fell across her face
It danced a waltz upon her brow
At once my heart began to race
As she brightened night's dark shroud

We tiptoed 'round the graveyard stones
Into the depths we ventured on
She stumbled on three unearthed bones
But not a fright she came upon

On and on, we trekked so far
Cold hand in mine, she led the way
Soft ground at once my footprints marred
Until, just at the light of day

We stopped beside a winding creek
The bank she'd often walked along
Behind me came a whisper, weak
But when I turned, the girl was gone