Spirits Of The Night Poem by katarina bowman

Spirits Of The Night

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I am walking
through a ghost town
at night, nothing
there but spirits
playing in the streets.
I look in the houses...
they are having a
ghostly meal.
I see ghost chating.
Now I'm scared
but I fight though
the ghostly streets
of the night.
Spirits of the
night love to
dance and play
though out the night!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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