My Poem

Ghost

A ghost comes in silently…
Like a thief or a snake
As the wind blows
It makes the city dark.
It frightens all people around
With his evil way of looking.
He has the power of chaos and doom;
He destroys with no mercy.
His sharp teeth and his red eyes
Are the only things that gloom in the dark…
Somewhere in the city, somewhere in the world…
An unknown and mysterious sound appears and disappears
Without anybody knowing.
Now it leaves our place with the hope disaster,
And the hope of coming back
On another full moon night…