The Ghost

 A dreary dark night it was,

O yeah, a very dark night.

A time when even the Boogeyman

May feel frightened to come.

But one brave ghost, on his

Horse Shadowlark,

Galloped into the night, clad

in mail and helm.

He rode for many a league,

Sometimes outstripping the wind,

he galloped around the world

for game there was none,

but he did find some game,

near his own dune.

He thought the night would be a sitting duck,

but when the battle issued he felt he was wrong.

The man was mighty still in his young years,

And hark! what a noise his horn made,

When he challenged our dear ghost to war.

Our ghost fought for fun, but he for his life,

thus routing the ghost, he fled for his life. 

Now the ghost still haunts the battlefield,

daring Sir Beregond to come by this vale.

Prashanth Jayaraman

VIII B  Bala Vidya Mandir

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