Another in the Ghost Writer Series

Again thoughts arise in the middle of the night
Needing explanations to be justified and made right
There is no other course of action than to let you see
The ghost writer will once again showcase it for me

I am a Ghost Writer residing inside this dawgs mind
Words spew forth and I don't care if they call it a crime
I'm in the possession of a enchanted red feathered quill
Telling stories of insanity and fantasy written at my will

When I pluck the quill with the blue feather from my hat
I remanence of the sorrows of love I have left in my past 
Beautiful souls that my raw emotions have treaded upon
Leaving them with crushed hearts and sadly feeling forlorn

Turn the page to see the Lake of Sorrows fade into the abyss
The red quill again in hand and oh how it has been missed 
Words of fright and mayhem written in the dark of night
Thoughts inside this mind showing your fears new heights

These are dark clouds swirling mixed in with ink of blue
What the Ghost Writer wants are rhymes made just for you
In the moment a mad hatter jots words down for you to read
Results of what your eyes see start making your brain bleed

You might have been told that this dawg is peacefully insane
Writing things on the fly trying to joyfully entice your brain
Trying to understand how a mad hatter dawg thinks is absurd
He has twists and turns showing up in the middle of his words

If what I write makes you stop and wonder about my reality
I am happy to answer with justification when you question me
Plots and plans can no longer be found written plainly in sight
Ghost Writer bids you farewell blowing out the candlelight   

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