The night’s ghosts came prowling down
All geared in a khaki gown
Wielded upon by a ghost with a frown
Walloped and whacked my door that midnight
O horrible! My heart drubbed in fear
At the ghost’s monstrous eyes
Fear I had, for my family that was.
My only son- the crown of my head,
The moon in my dreams!
The khaki ghost saw its prize
Pushing, pulling and dragging
While I kept trying, begging and beseeching.
Whilst I, a hole in my heart now
Days to months; and months to years
Nothing sufficed the khaki