Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Exploring
In the shimmering misty distance
I see an old,grey,crumbling castle,
in the full moon's soft,pale light,
and set off in search of adventure and to
explore the creepy old castle's secrets.
The ghosts of it's ancient past haunt my every footstep
I can hear their groans which sadly tell of their
horrible,painful history hidden deep within the
bowels of their ancient,terrible place of suffering.
The gentle creaking of rusty old chains and the baleful
moans of long dead prisoners who's souls have been left behind
to be forever tortured so that they may never know
the sweet peace of eternal rest.
Donavon Scott Vinson