What would be more scary,
When would I need to be more wary.
If I were to see a ghost tall like a monster so hairy,
Or a flowy mist as white as a fairy.

Why is it I fear seeing a ghost,
One day I too shall join that coast.
What I really should be afraid of the most,
Is to recognize the resident demon, innermost.

To me he would be grateful,
I provided him shelter, so hateful.
Allowing him to eat me slowly, fateful.
Yet...