Ghosts, Ghosts

As I get out of my house on a cold Friday night,
I can see a full moon as bright as a light.
In the distance, I see something gleaming,
It looks like a ghost, am I dreaming?

When I get much closer it changes in colour,
It turns orange but does not go duller.
It looks at me with an evil glare,
So I run away as it is something I can't bear.

Ghosts, ghosts are they real?
Are they looking for someones body to steal,
Ghosts, ghosts how long have they been
Is it because they have committed a sin?

Will I ever stop seeing this ghost?
Will the light be what I see most?
Tonight when I sleep I will go to bed,
When I wake tomorrow will I be dead?

By Sadia Bibi 8FA