"Grown-Lies"

''I saw a ghost,

It caught me almost;

   Lurking around,

   On that alien ground;

Stealth & mute,

As a virgin flute;

   To run with their bloom,

   Misty nuts with mushroom;

Playing hide & seek,

With shadows, without peek;

   When even stealing was fine,

   Tastier things were mine;

To those maiden eyes,

I've grown blooming lies.''