Ghost Poem by Cece Dev

A whisper has no friend,
thy enemies lurk behind the bend.
You fear your life is quick to end
but I feed on your fear.
I shall never go away!
Frequently you mortals miss
that which I am quick to dismiss
you shall never know me!
I sing an organ song,
the which drones on and on,
I cannot touch for I have no flesh
but my very presence will drive you over the edge.
What am I, you ask?
It is now your apparent task
to find me out but alas,
you shall never know me.