A night was enclosed with the heavy mist and fog.
The mist surrounding the Mansion was much like the
Ghost of the night, drifting over the windows and doors
Crossing the doorways floating across the floors.
Suddenly the floors started to tremble, the air was thick
as I remember.
The tools that were by the door were tossed in all directions
The hammer was carried up the staircase, just the hammer in midair,
In Midair? Floating upwards without a care!
In the shadows of the hall stood an image of horse, as I walked
near it grew clear a Stallion with no fear!
He looked me in the eyes, I thought this was the end or the start
Of my demise. I was wrong he spoke of a war that took his Master, of
A Time when life was full hardship and disaster!
My mind was a little shaken, so I pinched myself to awaken!
But, darn that hurt, I was awake and now very shaken!
The Ghost of a Civil War horse was standing before me, I was really
Quite taken!
