Wandering Woman

My friend was a renowned scientist

Who refused the story of ghostly crime

Until he himself shifted to a haunted house.

Beautiful was the scenic view

From the balcony that faced you.

He was enjoying the scintillating sky above

Bathed in the gloom of the full moon.

When a shrill cry of a lady drew his attention

To the room scarcely lit.

As he entered the room so dim

The door behind him closed all of a sudden

Raising pillars of doubts out of nothing.

He tried hard to fight his crippling thoughts

Until he finally saw a woman in glazing white

Pacing in front of him.

Startled at her first look

With bouts of sweat all over his forehead

And tongue failing to salivate

He still chose to give a look

And fell to the ground on the sight of

Moving skeleton in white.