My Ghost Sarah

Im in a mood,
i feel frisky.
in the light,
not so risky.
but as dark creeps around,
my zoning is sound.

There is movement in the corner,
a foreign noise in the night.
i turn around,
there i sight.
a pale woman,
without life.

There she stands,
silently crying.
not a sound,
as if dying.

She asks for help,
i have none.
then she leaves,
barely stung.