Get Rid Of The Advertisements

Ghost Riders in the Sky
Those Ghost Riders, do they
ride, in the darkness of the

They move in time with time
never ending, always riding
night after night..

They sound so loud like trumpets
blowing in all directions, coming
closer and closer to haunt your

Ghost Riders, riding in the sky
they never let your mind rest
not when there around, these
Ghost Riders in the sky..

Portal opening, were in the
fabric of space and time
Ghost Riders, dimensional
entities, passing through, riding
the darkened skies tonight..

By derena

© 2019 derena (All rights reserved)


Read more poems by  derena
Send this poem to a friend
Read viewers comment(s)

The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page