Beautiful Ghost

Don't you have some time to spare?
I have a story, it's only fair
to listen.

Darling dearest, once again
I wake you up, a great ascent,
from death.

Standing still, my silent spectre
She smiles as I resurrect her.

The shambles that were overgrown
Rebuilt themselves, in darkness shone
the truth.

Embrace her as it might appear,
There's nothing that will disappear
the ghost.

Beautiful ghost,
I do miss you.
Treacherous host,
She lives a ruse.

Don't you have some time to spare?
To hear a tale of great despair;
of treason. 

The End

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