The Pact

I had never met a ghost,

until I met you,

deader than the rest

a lovely shade of blue,

plastic wrappings sench

new colors on the hue,

I am not afraid

or quickly on the move.

Stare me down in silence

quickly write a claus

I wish to sell my soul

for I'll never use it all.

Purpose is a vision

leering t'wart the sky,

So I stare at ground

Beguiled by teeming flies.