I wrote this a like a year ago. There's parts I like, (mostly the beginning) and there are other parts I hate (near the end). So criticize away.
Ghost
She was pale as a ghost
Not burnt as most
Touched by a curse
That will haunt her to the hearse
Only one can bring her back to life
The one to whom she will become wife
Her starched white hair
As her skin is fair
She searches for the one
Who will make the cruse undone
She died in her home
And no one had known
But her spirit was released
To rest in final peace
To be accepted as a ghost
With her holy host
Here the curse is lifted
As she becomes gifted
With love and happiness
In the world of angels
