The Old Prison Yard
As we approach that time of year again where ghouls abound I send you this timely warning!
This is the spot where those who were not
Good people are to be found
Buried none too deep they uneasily sleep
In unconsecrated ground
Their spirits unbound they wander around
The old prison yard where they lie
They lost life and hope at the end of a rope
All were reluctant to die
Though the prison’s long gone their presence lives on
Pervading the very air
They’ll wail and scream around Halloween
If you go there then stranger beware
Be warned do not dwell near those gates to hell
Or your soul will surely be taken
You’ll be driven insane as they enter your brain
If you doubt me you’re very mistaken
So heed when I say you must speed away
Or to your trepidation
Down into hell you’ll be taken pell-mell
Lost to all chance of salvation
As you say, Tony, a timely warning.
Neat, easy rhymes and rhythm but I spotted a couple of typos you may want to rectify: “You’ll e driven insane” needs a ‘b’ and “Or to to your trepidation” has one ‘to’ too many or needs editing.
Cheers, Luigi
Thank you Luigi for your kind comments. I thought I’d altered it. clearly I did not press the right button nor check to make sure I had. I’m getting worse! 🙁
Great stuff HaHa! Agree about the edit.
Mike
Thanks Mike. Not brilliant poetry by any means but it amused me to write it. I hope all is well with you.
My kind of poem, flowed well, no interruptions to reading. Great halloween write, spooky but not gory. loved it.
Thanks S W Kind of you to say so. I’m glad you liked it. I know I’m a bit early but I woke up with it in my head!
Reminds me of one of my dad’s favourite poems: “Tomlinson” by Kipling. Playful and spooky.
I’ll have to look that one up Paul. Thank you for the comment and the oblique comparison with Kipling! Very flattering. 😉