Ghost Castle

by Denny Marshall

Ghost castle on the mountaintop.
He rode stead pass at full gallop,
View obscured by surrounding hills.
Sight of the towers sent up chills.
Ahead on the road a ghoul stood.
The ax was not for chopping wood.
It swings it wildly and gave chase.
He never will ride past the place.


Copyright © 2017 by Denny Marshall

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