"You ghosted GhOstly"

In shadows deep and darkness veiled, There lingers now a ghastly ghost, A phantom lost, forever pale, A haunting presence, tormented host. Oh, they who ask, with feigned concern, How fares she now, this shattered soul, Expect her voice, a tale to learn, A tale of anguish, of life's cruel toll. But tell me, pray, could you not see, The anguish etched upon her face? The scars inflicted, wounds so deep, Her shattered trust, a lost embrace. To think, to hope, she'd willingly speak, After deeds so vile, so profoundly amiss, Oh no, dear friend, karma has a score to seek, And now, my dear, your choices you shall remiss. In gloomy realms, where shadows creep, With twisted thoughts that wicked minds bestow, Karma waits, to harvest what you reap, To make you face the choices that laid you low. Like Poe, whose verses danced with dread, And tales of woe he'd deftly craft, I'll paint in words the webs that spread, The horror of choices that left her daft. From midnight's deep and darkest chill, To chamber door, where Raven perched, With frenzy's beat and ghostly thrill, I'll summon words, where darkness lurched. Oh, wicked soul, with twisted heart, Your deeds shall not escape the grave, In macabre verse