You enjoyed the last spooky one, here's another. Loosely based on a Celtic myth with my own twist.

Rhiannon

Rhiannon travelled all day long

through the wooded vale

and out across the heathered moor

with skin so pale.

Her coal black eyes stared straight ahead,

she never looked at me

as she rode along the winding path

that led down to the sea.

I saw her lips move constantly

as though in silent prayer

until she reached the water's edge

and vanished there.

She left no footprints in the sand,

as though the surging tide

had swept them all away

when the sea breeze sighed.

Thoughout the night I searched in vain

along the lonely shore

but never found a single sign

so looked no more.

But if ghosts really do exist

and spirits roam the earth so free;

then at some future point in time

when one such spirit will be me,

I'll stand upon this tranquil shore

and gaze across the land

until Rhiannon rides once more

along the drifting sand.

[allanah]

This is my favourite so far . Xx

[Mumoftwin17]

Ahhhh...brill

[Prairie]

Ahh love reading your poems....

[jenwight]

This one is just brilliant, I do love your poems very much

Jen x