The grave was freshly dug
Just awaiting the arrival of the body
Four Ghosts stood silent in wait
They had waited a long time
The waiting was over
The gravestone would remain nameless
There would be no mourners
No prayers goodbye
The body was checked for the final time
A customary nod would start proceedings
The coffin was placed into the hole
The gravediggers quickly shovelled the earth back into place.
No words were spoken
Satisfied, they left
Four Ghosts stood silent in wait
They had waited a long time.
The waiting was over
Four Ghosts
Now
Became
Five..
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments5
Good write
Did it scare you.
No, at my age, I saw it as old friends waiting for the next one to go
And just like that... Your imagery is very good, I hope those ghosts weren't ex's 🤣
They are now, tried to change the coffee brand, fatal.
I liked the pacing on this one Paul the slow line for line delivery added to the tension and gave the last line more power. The mystery of who these were remains to hold the poem in the mind of the reader. Nicely done
The end of the five.
New to come I hope
Hello, Paul,
It's like reading those headstones, Unknown, RIP and their ghosts, no one to mourn them, no flowers on their graves, a club, as it were for the unknowns and now sadly, a new member. I found it to be awfully sad, five lonesome souls in an awfully good poem. Well done.
Fond regards,
Tony.
No goodbyes for the nameless.
Paul, bloody hell! That's a wonderfully chilling little tale! And I hate to break it to you, but your last ghost didn't hold that distinction very long. I published another one this morning! 🤣 Apparently, the dead are getting rather competitive! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Like a Saturday night Zombie party, all happenes in October.
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