Ghost Of The Night

• Ashleigh Day, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

These dark empty streets,
Are my home,
This is the place,
I love to roam.

You don't dare to look closer,
Afraid of what you'll see,
So you run,
Run away from me.

I am the ghost,
That haunts in the night,
I'll make you beg,
For eternal light.

You can't see me,
But I haunt your dreams,
Echo after echo,
Are my coldblooded screams.