The Corridor Poem by Han Min Ohn

The corridor at the end of stairway
Dimly lit under the moon’s rays
Shuffling sounds were sometimes heard
Only few knew what behind them lurked.

Whispering sounds sometimes came out
But what made them still remained a doubt
A transparent figure was claimed to be seen
Loitering under the moonlight’s gleam.

In a long, white gown, the figure featured
By long black hair, its face was obscured
A red spot was seen on its snow-white dress
Soaking wet the entire area of its chest.

Floated this figure with a shuffling sound
With blood dripping but nowhere found
Back and forth it patrolled the corridor path
Till the extended arms grasped its wrath.