Ghosts, such lonely creatures,
Shadowy specters, sad phantoms,
Trapped by shadowy dealings,
Afraid of the next step,
In between light and darkness.
Forgotten children, buried under memories,
Lost women, love hidden by ugly demise
Hidden men, pride stolen by dark fears
Among them the darker ones
Who swallow the living in terror.
Oh shadowy creatures,
Beings of nightmares,
Monsters that crave terror,
Angry fallen that remain trapped
On Earth for crimes long forgotten.
Innocent souls, who fear their next step
Those long destined to move, who yet remain
Those of the past, trapped among the future
Those of friends and family
Unable to move because of love.
This is the truth of ghosts,
The specters of our past
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