Poetic Verses
Ghost Attack
In the forest called Brian Head
I took a walk among the trees,
a chilled feeling came over me,
and I stopped to feel the breeze.
Suddenly struck by confusion
as the moment changed to fear,
I began to squirm in panic
and the thunder I could hear.
There was nobody else around
to face the strange unknown,
a feeling hit deep into my sides
causing me to stop and groan.
The pure horror that I suddenly felt
caused screams of inner pain,
with the booming thunder
a dark cloud of pouring rain.
I shivered and ran up the road
to escape what I couldn't explain,
tears fell with the wild storm
that brought me so much pain.
It followed me into the night
and would not let me go,
a dark cloud rained on me
and the wind began to blow.
I tripped and fell on the ground
and scratched up both my knees,
I was lost and crying hard
among the dirt road and trees.
When I arose from my fall
the earth seemed to be still,
my tears began to dry a little
and I walked up a steep hill.
The painful burning in my soul
stayed as I walked around,
I didn't know my way to camp
and I wanted to be found.
I walked along the muddy road
all wet and sobbing that night,
"How could it be possible
when nothing was within sight?"
I eventaully made it back to camp
and my family stopped their search,
when we got back to the city
I ran straight to the church.
I was worn out with sore knees
from the trauma that hit me,
was it some kind of ghost or spirit
or what could it possibly be?
Nobody wanted to believe me
when I spoke of what occured,
I learned to keep it to myself
and not say another word.
I could tell it was pure evil
that hit deep into my soul,
I indulged in scripture study
to help heal me of that ghoul.
I took a walk among the trees,
a chilled feeling came over me,
and I stopped to feel the breeze.
Suddenly struck by confusion
as the moment changed to fear,
I began to squirm in panic
and the thunder I could hear.
There was nobody else around
to face the strange unknown,
a feeling hit deep into my sides
causing me to stop and groan.
The pure horror that I suddenly felt
caused screams of inner pain,
with the booming thunder
a dark cloud of pouring rain.
I shivered and ran up the road
to escape what I couldn't explain,
tears fell with the wild storm
that brought me so much pain.
It followed me into the night
and would not let me go,
a dark cloud rained on me
and the wind began to blow.
I tripped and fell on the ground
and scratched up both my knees,
I was lost and crying hard
among the dirt road and trees.
When I arose from my fall
the earth seemed to be still,
my tears began to dry a little
and I walked up a steep hill.
The painful burning in my soul
stayed as I walked around,
I didn't know my way to camp
and I wanted to be found.
I walked along the muddy road
all wet and sobbing that night,
"How could it be possible
when nothing was within sight?"
I eventaully made it back to camp
and my family stopped their search,
when we got back to the city
I ran straight to the church.
I was worn out with sore knees
from the trauma that hit me,
was it some kind of ghost or spirit
or what could it possibly be?
Nobody wanted to believe me
when I spoke of what occured,
I learned to keep it to myself
and not say another word.
I could tell it was pure evil
that hit deep into my soul,
I indulged in scripture study
to help heal me of that ghoul.
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Ghost Attack
Ghost Attack