The Last Remaining Ghost The last remaining ghost In a world bald and gone wrong, For no one wants to stay, And no one wants to play With all the children snug in the night, While their parents cap the evening And peacefully drift toward the dark. No one is judging them, Everyone is judging them, They can’t be themselves with the ghost in the…

This content is for Basic Member, Friends of Burningword 3-Day Pass, Friends of Burningword 3-Month Subscription, and Friends of Burningword Annual Subscription members.
Log In Register
%d bloggers like this: