Scary Story Poem by Marisa Eutsler

What's that I see from afar?
A candle lit up in the night
There it sits in a glistening jar
Filling the water with light.

Walk up to its glory
And smell its lovely scent
Here let me tell you a story
Of a man who came and went

The one person I speak of
Is not a man but a coward?
He did not believe in such love
That I claimed had flowered.

Every morning was the same
He always avoided my eyes
Felt as though I were to blame
For his embedded lies.

When I asked how was his day
He said he's got to go
I begged and pleaded for him to stay
But he trudged out into the snow.

I figured out
His passion was fake
I cried with a shout
And went down to this lake

The sky turned dark and scary
The water as high as the fright
That came from the dead prairie
And afar I saw a light.

I picked up this very candle
The thing I cherish most
These words may be to much to handle,
For I am a ghost.