The ghosts of not repentant souls

Wander in the quiet woods night.

Only chilling cries of  owls

Cause the lightest fright.

Flying Dutchman frightens seamen,

Its sight is a portent of doom.

It was told by John Leyden

Sinful souls went to gloom.

Ghosts dwell in the hills.

Climbers know a ghost can kill.

To some they help to cross the river,

But seeing them you would shiver.

Haunting cities, haunting countries…

Are they humans eye illusion?

Are they really verities?

It looks they come to make pollution.

Ghosts are here, ghosts are there!

It seems they are everywhere.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 8^th of August, 2011