Darkness

In the dead of night
Fear of unknown
Takes hold of sight
But what would you see
If in the darkness
Supposedly it is he?
A creaking door
Comes more alive
Than all the worlds lore
In the dead of night
Misunderstood
Who could it be?
But how could you think
When all your life you're
Told it was your ghost
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Random poem I wrote in school