Halloween Poems

Moor Ghost

The Moor Ghost is a creepy Halloween poem by Robert E Howard.

Moor Ghost

They hauled him to the crossroads
As day was at its close;
They hung him from the gallows
And left him for the crows.

His hands in life were bloody,
His ghost will not be still
He haunts the naked moorlands
About the gibbet hill.

And oft a lonely traveler
Is found upon the fen
Whose dead eyes hold a horror
Beyond the world of men.

The villagers then whisper,
With accents grim and dour:
“This man has met at midnight
The phantom of the moor.”

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