I’m a ghost

Just like a ghost
A past
A reminder
An existence
Of no use
Of futile purpose
I’m no less
More or less the same
I’m a ghost
In person

The poor,friendly ghost

She smiles

Pitying the fools

How much more stupid can they be?

Helplessly she watches

Them plunder, attack

The poor beings

She smiles

Pitying herself

All she was, was a mist

A helpless remnant of the past

A poor and friendly ghost

Left to see them be