Blue eyed ghost lady – poem

She’s the ghost that strides through the halls of haunted mansions alone at night. They say where you die your soul will always wonder back. She’ll say hi to a child though an adult is a different story, she’ll make make them wish they were in a nightmare. Her eyes blue and Black cat like eyes bore into your Soul Revealing All of your secrets. – Elle

I don’t even know if I consider this a poem but enjoy : )