The little phantom
The mischief of the phantom was a plague to the town.
The townsfolk always had a sleepless sleep and their cries of horror always filled the night air.
What they did not know was that they had mistaken the ghost for a dreadful creature.
This harmless ghost just wanted to have some fun and share in the delight of their evening joy;
The joy that united the people around a bonfire before their sleep, was what the little ghost wanted to be a part.
Copyright © Lady Pearl Hemans | Year Posted 2024
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