The Moon and The Ghost

[BabeyyPinkk]

ok i created this poem when i was in grade 7

The Moon and The Ghost

The moon and the ghost,
Demon without a host.
The moon shine on the glass,
while the fluffy ghost passed.

The ghost runs through the prickly grass,
While the moon shines on the shiny past.
As the ghost ran, he stops.
He heard the bird's heart drop,
One by one the birds fell
And the stench began to smell.
The ghost couldn't understand why,
How did they die?
He thought to himself, did i?
Could i be the murderer?
Who seem to frighten the birds.

In my dream, My wishes are supreme,
As i see the moon gleam.
Is the meadow inside of me?
As i see the light,
I afloat into the twilight.
Then a tornado began,
Shadows appeared.
I get sucked in,
I feel like a pin.
I hear screaming,
I feel burning.
What is this pain?
I have done no shame!

Then i hear a thump,
I feel a bump.
I see myself laying there,
With my soft brown curly hair.
A portal appeared,
Now this is just getting weird.
He sees this man,
Holding a ram.
Come, come again,
You are not fallen yet,
You got a long way to go.

The ghost past the twilight,
and went up float.
To the end of the boat.
As he can see,
He went into his body.

The BattleField

The strain,
He can feel lots of pain.
He realises that where he was looking,
Was towards the moon, it was shocking.
He tries to stand,
But he didn't move from the sand.
He looked around,
But all he saw was people lying on the ground.
He stared above to the dark grey sky,
This made him about to cry.

The end