Ghosts At The Campfire | A Poem By Dedreanna Dionne

With spooky season approaching, I wanted to share a poem I wrote 4 years ago! What can I say, I was reading a lot of Poe at the time. This, is Ghosts At The Campfire.

Ghosts At The Campfire

A Poem By Dedreanna Dionne

I wandered through the forest, weary

Damp and dark, this eve so dreary

Then, appeared a moonlit clearing

A light gleamed up ahead

My feet curiously lead

Before things took a turn to dire

I stumbled onto a campfire

People swathed in strange attire

So cautiously I tread

The embers burning red

Six or seven, plus the host

Indulging in marshmallow roast

Clinking steins and sharing toasts

In fright I almost fled

They urged me not to dread

Their faces gaunt and ghastly pale

My breath I drew a sharp inhale

All the signs clearly telltale

This crew was surely dead

To spare my life I pled

Then, one motioned to the clearing

Dozens of them slowly nearing

Each one appeared to be fearing

This encampment of the dead

Wonders circling round my head

Like a lightning strike it hit me

Ghostly welcoming committee

Wallowed deep in my self pity

My clothes freshly stained in red

A wound that no longer bled

I sat perched amongst the embers

Wracked my brain far to remember

How I perished that September

Pondering beside the dead

My inquiries they fed

I accepted my grim fate

Now known only as the late

Marble etched expiry date

My eternal pine made bed

A beginning, not an end