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A Ghost Story – A Reverse Poem (read it backwards and forwards)y

ghost house

The End

And the ghosts? They all lived happily ever after…

There was nothing there, but the sound of laughter.

The house was still, the people gone,

Around the rooms, just moonlight shone;

The door ajar, an entry made,

The shadows set, as life-lights fade

He had tiptoed in, was seen no more

Soft the knocks gently at the door,

One lost boy with laces trailing

One dark night there had come a’ calling

Just spirits live there, nothing else

Upon that hill still stands that house.

 

 

 

Upon that hill still stands that house;

Just spirits live there, nothing else.

One dark night there had come a’ calling

One lost boy, with laces trailing.

Soft the knocks gently at the door,

He had tiptoed in, was seen no more

The door ajar, an entry made,

The shadows set, as life-lights fade.

Around the rooms, just moonlight shone;

The house was still, the people gone,

There was nothing there, but the sound of laughter.

And the ghosts? They all lived happily ever after…

The End

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