Life From The Point Of View Of A Ghost
She moved stealthily, stepping ever so delicately,
Through the eerie halls,
Through the ancient, dilapidated castle.
She enjoyed the blasphemous music,
Sung by the pelting rain and noisy sleet.
The horrendous winds rattling the window panes,
Sounding like the cackling of a demonic child.
Windows lit every now and then,
By blinding flashes of Blue silvery lightning.
She wanted to sleep,
Oh so badly!
She finally reached her bed,
And to her horror, she saw him there,
A human lying with arms open.
She shook him wide awake,
And sunk her teeth into his flesh,
Sucking his blood and his vitality.