Scaring the people at dark nights,
Scaring the people at cold nights,
Scaring the people for all nights,
Ghosts are never seen at day sights.
Cruel, wicked, terrorizing they go,
Terrifying stories creating they go,
Uneasiness to mankind spreading they go,
Ghosts do make a super-hit night show.
Short, tall in all sizes they are,
Fast, slow, disappearing they are,
Mostly as known invisible they are,
Ghosts though near, are yet so far.
Note: This poem is written as assignment 06 for Writing201: Poetry. Poem form: Ballad and Device: anaphora and epistrophe. More Details can be found HERE.