There's a glow behind the tombstone,
Of the man they called "Big Bill."
It appears each night at midnight.
In a place known as Boot Hill.
Bill was a big, mean man,
With a dark, evil side.
No one would admit it,
But they wasn't surprised how he died.
One night a cowboy found him,
Face down in a dusty street.
All his pockets were empty
And his boots were gone from his feet.
A knife was firmly planted,
In the middle of Big Bill's back.
A note was scrawled in the dust,
"Look for me I'll be back."
A light appears behind the stone,
As a warning folks should heed.
He's searching the town, high and low,
For who did the dirty deed.
A ghostly mist and chilling wind
That never seems to still.
As Big Bill continues his vigil,
From his grave atop boot hill.
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Writing Prompt |
Write a poem about a ghost. fact or fiction, any length. Must rhyme, method of rhyme up to writer. |
Author Notes
Ghost searching for his killer from his grave.
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