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Dead Souls and Black Dogs
09/23/2010 08:58 p.m.

More Folklore and Ghost Poems









Ghost Dog - Pooka

The little old lady had lived for long,

She was great of age

And the time was coming along

For her to exit life's stage

But there were those who dwelt beside her

That strange things of her said

She had contact with the other world

And that strange prayers she made



Some they were of her afraid

And were not afraid to say

That when she was dead

It would not be a bad day.

And so the illness struck

And slowly she got more weak

And by her her neighbours stuck

And failed bad of her to speak



For tis bad ill to speak of the dying

And of those that are past and gone

So to pray and think good they were trying

Though they fooled no one.

They were gathered in the bedroom

More in the living room too

There was but two for a broom

For large houses they were few.



And the toilet it was outside

Water was drawn from a well

As was normal for the times standards applied

As many old people will tell.

And the chatter of the neighbours

As the woman drew her last breath

Was silenced as from her room

Came a shout at her moment of death,



And of a sudden, out the door

A big black dog fled

Snarling, racing across the floor

The spirit of the woman, now dead!

"Twas Satan himself" more say

Came to take her soul to Hell

And to their knees to pray

In unison, they fell.



Those near the door outside raced fast

To the yard where the beast had been

And light twas good though evening was past:

There was no dog to be seen.

If this is all true I don't know

But to tell it I never fail

For when there is conversation in flow

It sure makes a damn good tale!

 


Ghost story lovers will love this story "Dead Souls and Black Dogs"- its true, honest! - of an old woman who died in North Longford some years back, whose soul, or that of the devil formed the form of a black dog on her death... and walked out the door! Hope that sends a chill up your spines...


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