People doubt my existence
Children are scared of my appearance.
But they make me part of their celebration every Halloween
The little ones draw me with a keen .
They are more generous to me
But by the time they grow they become dangerous to me.
People call me ghosts and evil soul
But I am a spirit of whole .
A spirit with an unfulfilled wish
So help me instead of leaving me with a swish.
Once I was like you
Real and had true existence like you.
Neither part of heaven nor of earth
I regret my death .
If you understand me
Helping you will be my guarantee.
I am not a ghost
But still men roast .
Make me your friend
And will make a really good blend.
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