I hope you enjoy this, the lady I am describing was in one of my nightmares and I haven't been able to shake her image.
Written September 27th, 2005



Evil Ghost

She is what they all call evil
Knowing only of the dark
She has killed a lot of people
She kills them in the park.

To most she is just a ghost
A shadow of her former self
And although she does not boast
She puts her feelings on the shelf.

In life she left an image
In death she does the same
And although she shows no linage
She feels this is a game.

She is the purest evil
Seen just before you die
She is unimaginable
That is not a lie.

She has eyes of piercing blackness
Her hair is purest white
She is an evil angel
That diverts you from the light.

She can be an enemy
She can be a friend
No matter how she acts towards you
She'll be there at the end.




Poetry by Kristina
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 22:55

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