Cane’s disabled

Scary was a little lame…


She did

Carry a lit cane…

Wherever she did go,

Never quite comfortable,

Off the apple cart she fell

That innocent?

Something sweet yet

Nothing wrong with her

Just not right…

You pissed her off

Then she was like an

Over the hill


Talking to


That wander about

Not sure

How to get back

Through the door

Scary shows them the way

Should they meet

Ghosts never stay

They only ask which way home…


Into the Light

For only good

Comes into

The Light

Scary seems

Cursed in a way

But that’s ok

It’s all she

Truly knows

Never to ask why

Only reply

Why not

That Scary

Hasn’t learned yet

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