UNFORTUNATE GHOST
In the halls of our history, linger the unfortunate ghosts,
Cloaked in deceit, they were wolves in sheep's clothing at most.
People who whispered promises, as soft as the morning dew,
Only to vanish like mist, when the harsh daylight broke through.
They walked among us, with smiles as bright as the midday sun,
But beneath the surface, their intentions came undone.
People who pledged loyalty, with a handshake firm and keen,
Yet behind closed doors, their true colors were seen.
These spectral figures, once draped in trust's guise,
Now roam the memories, where their betrayal lies.
People who stood as beacons, of virtue and of grace,
Only to reveal, a more sinister face.
In the end, their legacies, like shadows, grow dim,
As history's pages turn, we're reminded of them.
Yet let us not dwell in the past's bitter taste,
For time offers healing, and with it, grace.
We learn from their lessons, as painful as they've been,
To forge a future where integrity is seen.
So let the ghosts wander, their time is but done,
In the halls of our history, a new chapter's begun.
With each step we take, let us walk in the light,
And hold fast to what's just, with all of our might.https://a.co/d/7E1cZtS
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