The Ghost of Injun Joe

The moon is covered now in clouds

a darkness settles in...

Whispers from beyond the trees

a stirring now begins...

Anxious thoughts begin to form

a presence that I fear...

My mind is racing and I know

that Injun Joe is here...

Intermittent sounds are heard

there's someone walking slow...

My heart is pounding in my chest

he comes for me I know...

I want to run and hide somewhere

too dark for me to see...

I'm shaking and I cannot stop

oh please, just let me be...

An image now in front of me

had body with no head!...

I cant believe he's standing there

ole Injun Joe's not dead!...

All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2014

Music by Joe Bongiorno