Touch of the Vixen Ghost
Windows open, eyes wide shut
Helpless candles, curtains cut
More the frenzy for the ghost
Touch the vignette victim close
Fever rising, feelings lost
Strainful breathing, air is loss
More the frenzy for the ghost
Lay the frantic victim froze
Silent screaming, victim cries
No-where moving, still he tries
Reason breathing...believing
Surviving the torture grieving
Time-capsules of fear swallowed and digested
as the vixen ghost requested
thus the shock is manifested
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