18th Dec Prompt 2022 from Hades Lord of the Dead: A real ghost story?
Ghosts
Moonlight skims across the heather,
Silvers every crag and tor.
Baskerville; its cold grey outline,
Stark against the rising moor.
All within the hall are sleeping;
Shutters closed and lamps set low.
No one there to see, across the Grimpen Mire,
A soft green glow.
An owl swoops close, in search of prey,
Veers off, soars fast and high;
For something dark is moving there,
Beneath the star-pricked sky.
Though Stapleton, his hound,
And every mark he made, are gone;
A shadow, rooted deep within
This ancient land, prowls on.
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