And the white Demon stopped, turned around, and spoke,

"I wander these lands, my presence unseen,
For I am not a Demon, as you perceive.
I am but a ghost, misunderstood and lost,
Yearning for connection, at any cost.
I long to thrive, amidst this strife,
But my nature keeps me distanced, from a life.

The boy listened, with a knowing smile,

"I understand, dear ghost, your plight unknown,
To be seen, to be heard, to be fully grown.
But fear not, for I see you with my eyes,
And in this moment, our connection lies.
We'll thrive together, you and I,
For even ghosts deserve a chance to fly."

And so, the boy and the ghost united,
Filling each other's lives, hearts ignited.
They continued on their journey, hand in hand,
Exploring the world, a wondrous land.
For when we find the ones who truly see,
We can thrive, no matter what may be.

In the end, the boy's eyes still shone bright,
Reflecting the moon, ethereal light.
And as he traveled, his heart would soar,
For he found connection, forevermore.

Once upon a time, in a world so vast,
A boy and a ghost found peace at last.
And in their thriving, they taught us all,
That in unity, we will never fall.


© JULESDIMENSIONS