Casting shadows

Like a phantom ghost coming out at night,
so pale, so frightning, so very white,
watching you with it's hollow eyes,
nothing lives there, nothing survives.

sitting up there all alone.

so pale, so frightning, so very white,

watching you with it's hollow eyes,

nothing lives there, nothing survives.

this dreadful creature has so many names,

the moon is a winner and we are losing.

Hanging eerily wayup in the sky,
casting shadows low and high,
okay, I really think smiplicty is something you haven't mastered. I'm already tierd of reading so many words when one would do.
mystical glows that chill through the bones,
nice!
sitting up there all alone.
Like a phantom ghost coming out at night,
so pale, so frightning, so very white,
watching you with it's hollow eyes,
nothing lives there, nothing survives.
Stretching across in endless white plains,
this dreadful creature has so many names,
it circles our world, it never stops moving,
the moon is a the winner and we are losingare the losers.

okay, when I saw this poem, I thought, its not formatted right.
It needs to be narrower on the sides, like
this dreadful creature,
with so many names,
It circles our world
never stops moving.

acutally, you might want to do that to the whole poem.
do you see how much better it looks?


Hang eerily,
up in the sky,
It cast shadows
mystical glows that chill the bones.
It sits up there, all alone.
Like a phantom coming out at night,
Watching you with hollow eyes.
Nothing lives there, nothing survives.
This dreadful creature haas so many names,
Circling our world,
Never ceasing its moving.
The Moon is the winner, We are the losers.