The Spirit

All of a sudden it materialized like a wisp of flimsy smoke,

It happened in the dead of night, at the one o’clock stroke.

One moment it hung in the air, at another it just flew past;

Folks were curious, whether a spell, a wicked ogre had cast.

There appeared a dancing ball of light, which danced up and down,

It was dance so eerie, that it caused panic in the town,

The elusive ball in a hectic dance, its dazzling radiance flashed,

It bolted, sprinted, and darted, then abruptly it crashed.

There was a fluttering sound as if a bird had taken wing,

There was a whimpering echo, from distance reverberating,

“O Spirit! What would you like to say, what disturbs you so?

In your world is there pain and suffering, misery, and woe?!”