Ghost

Spirits who can make anybody turn colorless as a sheet Making a terror in the hours of twilight Making the even the strongest of souls quiver in dread Figures of black as midnight shadows creep across walls As figures cross your eyes you began to fall At the glimpse of supernatural power Souls of the unfortunate forever trapped where they have died The descend who seem to kept living long after they have died So if see something in the corner of your eye at the witching hour Beware you might be seeing the living dead