The Spirit

A cold winter night,

With the winds blowing fast.

It was only the darkness to sight,

With the dark emotions of the past.

I was on the bed,

Holding my blanket tight.

I found myself dead!

When I saw a woman in my right.

Her long black hairs almost touched the floor,

And her milky white eyes stared towards me.

Her long slim arms almost reached the door,

And it was only her face till I could see!

She walked towards the mirror,

And then I saw her face.

Her beauty was red as blood and blue as river,

When she smiled in a wicked way with a horrible trace.

She disappeared in a while,

Leaving behind my closet's door open.

Her ghastly appearance still wanders all around my brain's file!

With a bloody note and a ghastly pen!