Penny for a Poem

Spectral Fear

From shadows deep and time unbound, I'll linger where your footsteps sound.
My spectral form, a constant shade, in every mirror, every blade.
You'll feel my presence in the chill, that races up your spine at will.
In empty rooms, you'll hear my sigh, a whisper that will never die.
Each creaking door, each flickering light, reminds you of my endless plight.
To haunt your days, to stalk your dreams, until the world unravels at its seams.
In crowded streets or solitude, my ghostly essence will intrude.
A fleeting glimpse just out of sight, a name unspoken in the night.
Through ages past and years to come, my haunting will not be undone.
In life's bright moments, death's dark pall, I'll be the shadow on your wall.
So run or hide, it matters not, for you and I are ever caught, in this dance of spectre and the living, relentless, endless, unforgiving.
Till time itself draws its last breath, beyond all life, beyond all death, my ghost will haunt you, ever near, a constant presence, a timeless fear.