The Ghost was pale like a newly bleached sheet,
It fluttered past the windows of an old abandoned house,
Darting from shadow to shadow as quietly as a mouse,
The Ghost was a white fog that flooded through the house,
The cold clammy air it left in its path took away all traces of heat.
Fantasy Forever Forgotten
· Wed Aug 06, 2008 @ 12:04am · 0 Comments