Paul Bell

The Last Ghost

The grave was freshly dug
Just awaiting the arrival of the body
Four Ghosts stood silent in wait
They had waited a long time

Dressed in black they are mourning,
For the cold shell laying there was someone they knew.
But the four ghosts stood silent waiting
And they had waited a long time.

As the beautifully crafted coffin,encrested with trumpet blowing Angels and gold leaf,is finally lowered,..
..the four ghosts were met by a fifth,.............
......dressed in white

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