Who am I?
By Elizabeta
A Ghost Story in the Form of a Poem
Febuary 1, 1997
When night falls and the moon
comes out,
Ghosts like me prowl about.
I float to your house without touching the ground.
I sneak through the night, not making a sound.
I see you there, all sound asleep.
You don't know that ghosts have started to creep.
I snicker to myself and start to haunt.
"BoooOOOOOoooooo..." I taunt.
You awake with a start.
The room is silent, the only sound is the beating of your heart.
Slowly you become aware that you're not alone,
That a spectral image is lurking in your home.
You see a ghostly apparition floating at the end of your bed.
Your screams are loud enough to wake the dead.
"Who are you?" you ask.
Your voice trembles and courage is a hard task.
Asking me who I am is something you'll regret,
When you hear the answer you'll get.
The darkness surrounds you like a vail...
I answer you after a long, long wail....
I see through your attempts of trying to be brave.
You hear a disembodied voice from the grave...
Who am I?
I am the Nightmare that never dies...
I am the Voice inside your head...
I am the Spirit of the Dead...
I am Shadow in the Night...
I see you there trembling in fright...
A disembodied Voice...could it be?
Yes, you're haunted...you'll NEVER get away from me...
You think...you hope that it's wind
But it's not....I will haunt you 'till the end...
I can see you and you can't see me
You hear a soft laughing....he..he..he
I haunt you in your dreams
And I can hear all your screams
I am your worst Nightmare
I am everywhere....
There is no place to run, no place to hide...
Your fate is for me to decide...
I will haunt you forever and a day or two
I am all these things but who are you??
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