The Avenging Ghoul

A hallow moon shines on high,
A portent to the evil that draws nigh,
Scattered clouds dance across its face,
Transforming the ground to a sepulchral place.

From beneath the cold, hard earth,
It surges forth, an unholy birth,
From it's guts a ghoul arises,
Dressed within many guises.

The fury from it does spout,
Soil and rock around its grave gouts.
A piercing voice breaks the night,
Bespeaking of its vengeful might.

Shaking limbs, long ago dead,
With a turn of its horrid head,
It seeks the one who made it this way,
Wreck his body and make him pay.

And so, the ghostly ghoul prowls relentlessly,
Filling its passions with the way things shall be,
To gnash the bones and tear at the soul,
Revenge is its bloody goal.

The victim sits before a fire, unaware,
About the dead man he doesn't care,
He has all that he really wanted,
All these riches and now he flaunts it.

Having had his fill of a wonderous roast,
With brandy in hand, he does toast,
To the one he betrayed on that hapless night,
Never thinking what he had done wasn't right.

The wind outside hisses upon the grass,
A scraping sound upon window glass,
Alerts the fellow that something is near,
His pores begin to exude his fear.

Slowly to the window he is drawn,
Hoping upon hope that whatever it is, is gone.
His breath is held within a trembling chest,
A small gun is pulled from his vest.

Parting the drapes with a trembling hand,
A fabulous feat for a coward of a man,
His reflection upon darkened glass,
Across the shimmer his eyes do pass.

There before him, stands his old friend,
The one he thought he had brought to an end,
The ghoul gives him a foul smile that lingers,
Beckoning his friend with bone crooked fingers.

Screams of horror fill the air,
He cannot believe what is out there!
No, he shouts, this cannot be!
I watched you die, you see!

In the morning, the police crash the front door,
They find him dead upon the floor,
The small gun is found near his side,
It was by his own hand he had died.

Was it really his friend that caused his demise?
Or his conscience, well, it comes as no surprise,
As for the ghoul, his revenge has given him release,
He sleeps beneath the earth in peace.