Ghost in my ceiling
In the stillness of the night, a haunting sight,
A female ghost, casting a spectral light.
She lingers in my ceiling, her gaze so cold,
A presence that sends shivers, making me hold.
Her eyes, once vibrant, now empty and blank,
A chilling stare that leaves me in a rank.
Her ethereal form, draped in ghostly white,
A haunting figure that fills you with fright.
She hovers above, with a graceful...
A female ghost, casting a spectral light.
She lingers in my ceiling, her gaze so cold,
A presence that sends shivers, making me hold.
Her eyes, once vibrant, now empty and blank,
A chilling stare that leaves me in a rank.
Her ethereal form, draped in ghostly white,
A haunting figure that fills you with fright.
She hovers above, with a graceful...