It breathed on my neck, a touch so slight,
Yet filled my soul with unending fright.
Its words were a faint, filled with dread,
An enigma cloaked in mystery, inside my head.
I felt its gaze, though eyes it had none,
A phantom spectator, a ghostly one.
It moved like a thought, quick and sly,
A spectre in the mist, who refused to die.
,LegendDarkFantasy
