THE VENGEFUL GHOST

In the shadows where whispers rest, She glides with grace in a silk white dress. Echoes of revenge in the moon's cold light, A tale of a ghost found every night. Her hair like snow through the midnight fog, Eyes gleam sharp like a vengeful dog. A knife that glistens drenched in her lore, Answers each whisper with a silent roar. A beautiful ghost with a face so pale, Her legend thrives in urban tales. Her laughter trickles through narrow streets, A sweet sound masking deadly feats. Eternal beauty cloaked in fright, She wanders merging day and night. In the heart of restless dreams, She turns nightmares into screams.