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Goldfinch60

Light Ghost.

The time for my bed had come

So up the stairs I went,

The day had been a good one

My time had been well spent.

 

As I closed the curtains

I looked out to the night,

And what I saw below me

Gave me such a fright.

 

There  walking up my street

Was a face covered in light,

No body seemed to be there

Just this face in the night.

 

I looked with wary eyes

Scared and shaking to the bone,

Then I saw what happened,

A man was looking at his ‘phone.