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She Taps Upon My Window Pane!!
She stands and taps upon my window pane
And In her eyes I see the pain
I look into her icy stare
I wonder why she is here
Then with her hand she beckons me
I hear her whisper come follow me
She waits outside beneath my tree
I follow her into the wood
I would run if I could
My body shakes its so full of fright
What does she want of me tonight
Now she's pointing at the ground
She fades away as I look around
I see a tiny fleck of red
Lying on a mound ahead
Now I brush the dirt away
As if asleep she did lay
Now in a proper place she has been lain
No more tapping upon my window pane.
carolann crowley 9/21/2010
Last Modified: October 01, 2010 at 01:55 pm
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This poem is so true, I believe in ghosts because usually when I'm alone in my house I hear stuff like I heard my moms bed thumping from under it, and I heard some clothes fall and a baby cry, this all started when I started to read ghost stories online! O.O I love ghosts...but not evil entity's that try to scare the living crap out of you! XDDDDD
You did a good job of creating a feeling of horror at the manifestation of the ghost outside the window. The reader immediately feels sympathy with the narrator. It comes as a relief to learn that the ghost only wants a proper burial of its body.