The ghostly figure haunts the hallways eagerly
I'm sure it wants to scare me half to death
Floating off the ground it wanders aimlessly
And seeing it has made me hold my breath
The shriek I make is like a little girlie
It freaks me out as it flows through a wall
It cannot be it's haunting me, and surely
I'll end up going mental through it all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem