The Ghost - My new poem

Alone on a grey road,

 in a black night;

scared, she strode,

not a soul in sight.

Saw something near,

not very nice;

trembling with fear,

for every vice;

With courage hired,

did she accost;

The sceptre tired,

cold with frost.

Grey face ugly,

thin frame askew;

flesh all dangly,

but eyes were true.

I am your past,

sad,alone,a cast,

no idea how long,

before dead at last.

However disliked,

abhored, hated time;

You, my past spiked,

even riddled with slime.

Come with me,

Fear not quite;

I will set you free,

While we walk into the light.