The Good Ghost

Poem-3- a good ghost

In the quiet hours of the night,

When shadows dance in soft moonlight,

There roams a spirit kind and bright,

A ghost of goodness, pure delight.

With whispers gentle, like a breeze,

It moves among the ancient trees,

Its presence brings a sense of ease,

A guardian of souls at ease.

No haunt or terror does it bear,

No chilling wail, no dark despair,

But laughter floats upon the air,

A friend to those who linger there.

In old, abandoned halls it roams,

A beacon in the haunted gloams,

Dispelling fear with gentle tomes,

A specter of serenity, it roams.

So, if you feel a spectral hand,

A touch so light, you'll understand,

'Tis just the spirit, pure and grand,

A goodly ghost in spirit land.