Who dares to step into my dominion,
The ghost growls awkwardly stretching its body,
A mortal, that is interesting, ghost wonders,
Should I scare that weak thing to death,
Or haunt till the mortal achieves madness,
The ghost giggles to itself on the endless possibilities,
It approaches the mortal with all the fierceness,
Ready to scare the living out of the mortal,
Failing to extract any response from the sad thing,
Maybe the poor thing cannot sense its powerful presence,
The ghost decides to possess the fragile body,
Take it for a spin and damage it beyond repair,
A toy for it to play until it eventually breaks,
The ghost attempts to haunt the mortal,
Only to be confronted by a powerful darkness,
Which consumed every bit of willpower the ghost had,
To barely get out of the mortal’s body in spirit,
Panting for its spiritual essence, the ghost asks,
With profound respect and fear, who the mortal is,
Mortal looks at it with a dry smile spreading across their face,
Just a dead soul haunting a living body,
Whose spirit continues to die more than a million deaths,
So that the body can stay alive and thrive.