Stormy Night in Cornwall
The wind it howls this, stormy sky,
The sea it crashes, churning by,
The leaves they whistle, in the trees,
On this stormy night,in Cornwall.
The Churchyard gleamed, an eerie blue,
The full Moon shone, will o wisps flew,
A fleeting glimpse of wearied plight,
Of souls lost in the night.
The shadows falling, stretching tombs,
The figures forming, outreached plumbs,
Of icy fingers, spreading wide,
To grasp my heaving, side.
My breathing starts, to gather pace,
My heart and pulse, begins to race,
My legs they shake, my body quakes,
On this stormy night, in Cornwall.
As glowing manifestations, clear,
And spooky spectres, do appear,
They glide around me, crying out,
Their mournful,wails to hear.
“Help us please”, they do implore,
Their eyes are dark, their sorrow raw,
And I am rooted, to the ground,
With no escape, no voice to sound.
The storm clouds roll, they start to break,
The lightning strikes, a startling, site,
The steeple burns, a flickering light,
And thunder roars about me.
My senses start, to come alive,
And from this terrible place I hide,
I run in fright, from this ghostly tide,
On this stormy, night in Cornwall. ~Seaopal
