Ghost
GHOST
bleak and dark that house
a single window lit up
on the second floor
i’m denied the door
may only inhabit woods
surrounding the place
no comfort no lace
only weird hooting of owls
my company keep
woods so dark and deep
the lonely space where I died
left my chosen one
shot from lover’s gun
now i haunt the two of them
on each moonlit night
gazing at the light
howling with the timber wolves
maddened by the sight
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