WIZARD - One Hot Summer Night

Written by: Greg Stanley

It was late in August, on a hot summer’s night,
When I encountered the most horrible fright.

The drapes hung freely over each window,
Head nestled deeply in the goose down pillow.

I heard a soft rustle near the edge of my bed,
So I looked up quickly, and saw a young women’s head.

She was ghostly transparent, reached out her hand.
Her speech was muffled, so I could not understand.

I slipped in the covers, I am not sure why.
She scared the pajamas off me, I cannot deny.

After a few minutes, she just floated away,
But I will never forget, what happened that day.
 


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