Ghost in the wharf canal
Sweeps the surface of water lucid
Upon the lighting storm of rage
Darkness is luminous silent
Echoing is the call of the ghost
By the hour call of the black raven
The wharf of canal road is daunting
On the soul as the spiritual ghost
Creeps in the shadows of the wharf canal
In the mood so seldom so feared
Swimming the ghost is twined deep
In the water reaping for heart
From it's haunted depart
Trapped in the canal
Is the spirit of wharf of canal road
For eternal surface
Ghostly Wharf
By Deb Harman (c) 25/8/14
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Ghost in the wharf canal
Sweeps the surface of water lucid
Upon the lighting storm of rage
Darkness is luminous silent
Echoing is the call of the ghost
By the hour call of the black raven
The wharf of canal road is daunting
On the soul as the spiritual ghost
Creeps in the shadows of the wharf canal
In the mood so seldom so feared
Swimming the ghost is twined deep
In the water reaping for heart
From it's haunted depart
Trapped in the canal
Is the spirit of wharf of canal road
For eternal surface
Ghostly Wharf
By Deb Harman (c) 25/8/14
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