• That impure Soul,
    Which creeps around here,
    Seems to have no goal,
    Or reason to appear.

    An unfinished task?
    A forlorn beauty?
    No way to bask
    With a forgotten duty.

    An apparition,
    That just won't leave,
    Without a vision,
    That it can achieve.

    But this ghost,
    May soon go back.
    By killing me
    Will - ACK!!