The ghostly gathering of a ghost tour.

The ghostly gathering of a ghost tour.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In search of a shadow lost
I found nobody else 
could walk the path of darkness,
but the owner who visits
the city of the dead.
The ghost tour begins
in eager anticipation,
the crowd follows
like hounds on a scent
and I find myself
as church bell chimes
that I am the fox,
the shadow they are after.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on June 29, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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