The Red Ghost (finished product)

Red Ghost

A haze rises from the south.
Covering ev’rything with its blood-red cloak.
Turning the horizon into a distortion.
My eyes start to burn.

The air has an almost putrid taste.
The larger wafts reduce visibility.
An occurrence so significant as to warrant caution.
Warnings which of course this red ghost will not heed.
As it continues traveling; haunting our fair state.

A man travels, talking to a love past.
His voice booms within the confines of plastic.
The ghost, with its dark fingers reaches out to him.
Encapsulated within the mists; the man looks around.

He is blind, and scared.
He misjudges the illusions that the ghost puts forth - and swerves.
His screams fill the air; the ghost claims another victim.
And issuing an eerie laugh, it drifts on…