The Spirit

It becomes cold when she arrives,
with a candle in her hand.

A white gown and long black hair,
she comes out of nowhere.

You have heard her spooky stories,
you have seen the haunted house.

You have dared your friends to go in there,
but you dont dare to stare.

You brag to the kids of your bravery,
and scare them to behave.

This goes on for ages,
and the spirit does not care.

She is in search of her lost lover,
and has a story to share.

Sometimes we are all like the lost spirit,
wandering to reach somewhere.

And what the world says to us,
we really should not care.

-Darshana