A ghost among the living, singing unseen. Within the forest, a fall without sound loses its green. The journey that was crossed, what could it mean, If none other could trace where I had been? Acting alone, the ghost wanders. Returning home, a stump ponders.

Within the fog, an eerie presence lingers. To seek should only leave a cold shiver. Pretending it’s not there. A truth that I cannot bear. And still, an eerie presence lingers. Leaving me with cold, oh so cold shivers .

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A recipe recreated to perfection The original is all that gathers attention Each trait I serve upon a golden platter But none can eat what’s made of antimatter A chef without any customers Providing the abyss with radiant colours Each night I plead the question Will tomorrow be the exception?