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Dark Companion
There lived a ghost once
Flurry and fickle like a dunce,

Flowing motion could not stop him from meeting a witch
Travelling and fighting her way through numerous kitsch,

A light amidst darkness between them
Shining eternally like the heavenly gem,

Ghost forgets the trepidation of gore
When the witch knocks the senses in him galore,

Neither definitions nor facts could justify this parallel
Even the time bowed down and fell.
© flurrywaters