The Irk Cry Of A Lonely Ghoul Poem by Dominic George

I amused in watching the lightning
Stomping to the music of anurans
Jolting electric got me thinking
Why do I have to haunt the old barns?
So I flew to the old shelves
Found a selection of knives
Picked one and wounded my breast
Dug open my gory chest
I found an oil lamp inside
Apparent is the bright lit
A spacious chest for a bride
Which of the spectres is right?
Feels lonely to watch the lamp
And sitting next to a spade
With me, please stay dearest God
My time slips through the vast damp