POEM
The Ghost of Blackness Castle
Alone by the sea, under moonlight and stars,
The castle lies silent tonight,
When thick fog banks appear, travellers’ hearts fill with fear,
As they search for a comforting light.
Nothing stirs from within as the wind whistles through,
No whiskey-laced laughter rings out,
The unsettling gloom that pervades every room
Tells the world there is no one about.
All the Crichtons have gone, what remains are the tales
Of a ghost that strikes fear in the night,
When the temperature falls in those old tower walls
All is set for this blood-curdling sight.
Those who’ve seen him and lived have a dark tale to tell,
Just one glimpse fills his victims with dread,
So beware of the knight, grab a drink and a bite
From the Lobster Pot’s menu instead.
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