The Nagging Wife

There it is again, the creep of a chill, the touch of the ghost,

the slicing hand of a presence cutting through the air.

It waits for the night, the turn of the clock in shadows and dark,

a drifting trace of an essence back from who knows where.


So, why is the eye of the spirit world now centred on him?

Guilty thoughts from a chiding mind a reason to call?

Announcing itself as shivers ascend the spine of the man,

the mad haunting of his victim buried in the hall.

Never will she leave, never will she go, never to forget,

that night when an argument flared, and the knife turned red.

Always will she call to remind her evil husband,

his soul could be claimed one night… to join with the dead!