Ghost Writer


Dear Farah
This is the one, who once was, alive.
This is the one, who once was, deprive.
Confuzzled, you become.
The puzzle must begin.
A reminder every night,
the haunting's full of fright.
I will drop an object, from the nightstand, on the floor.
You will see, you will fear, you will ask.
"How did it happen?" You will question.
"Let go" I will answer.
"Let go" I demanded.
I will keep the items on the nightstand,
and then it'll fall.
The nightstand will no longer stand,
seems like it doesn't live to its name.
I live to what I am.
I live to my name.
The start of the name is F, stands for "Fight".
The middle of the name is T, stands for "Til".
The last of the name is E, stand for "End".
Confuzzled, you become.
The puzzle is finished.
"Let go, Farah" I called out to you.
You were startled.
"Who is it?" You said shaking.
I will let you finally see me because you were ready too.
You will see, you will fear, you will ask.
Then finally, you will say my name.
I see the light but its fading quickly,
because I'm held back by your grudges.
This will not only affect me but you also.
Our pack is broken with you, with me it never ends.
Let the warning manage you,
let the mourning beneath you, and
let me go.
Don't let our promise go to waste.
We would Fight Til the End.

Sign~Fitnye

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