Quietly through the night
But not without a fright
Goes a strange ghost
Searching for a host
To reside in
Yet it is the host
That the ghost
Fears the most
For he cheats
He lies
He sins
And he dies
But the imperfection of the host
Is the thing the ghost wants the most
For he is, the winter ghost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem