May


The ghost of May has always been 
In our small town of Zae
Some pokemon say because of sin
A debt she must repay.

She wanders round the streets at night
Looking to and froe
Finding out who next to fright
It's usually those to slow.

No one knows just how to stay
Safe and not get caught 
But many say you should not pay
For she will not be bought.

And as she floats around the town 
The population has decreased 
No more pokemon on the ground
Only few to say the least.

So on Sunday the last soul leaves
Leaves the barren town of Zae
And as he goes May believes
That it has been a very good day.