#247
The Specter
Stopping by the graveyard,
Stopping late at night,
I saw a faint grey figure,
Emitting a faint grey light.
As it floated toward me,
I felt a cold damp thrill
Ripple down my neck and spine,
Causing a graveyard chill.
#247
The Specter
Stopping by the graveyard,
Stopping late at night,
I saw a faint grey figure,
Emitting a faint grey light.
As it floated toward me,
I felt a cold damp thrill
Ripple down my neck and spine,
Causing a graveyard chill.