A Ghostly Party Begins With A Thrill Poem by Sando Hussam

In the midnight hour, when all is still,
A ghostly party begins with a thrill.

They dance and twirl in ethereal grace,
Leaving behind an eerie trace.

Their haunting presence fills the night,
Glowing specters in pale moonlight.

Their laughter echoes through the air,
Sending shivers and raising hair.

With every step they take on the floor,
Fear deepens, grabbing at your core.

They sway, they spin, in ghostly delight,
Filling the darkness with a spectral sight.

Their translucent figures, hauntingly grand,
Strike fear and awe throughout the land.

But as the dawn breaks, they fade away,
Returning to their realm till another day.

Yet the memory of their ghostly parade,
Leaves an impression that will never fade.