Ghost poem

Never heard, never seen

completly alert, with senses keen

Ready to kill without a care

its expert shots can split a hair

Its cloak keeps it safe from harm

its opponet has already bought the farm

Though it may not seem like a threat in your eye

its nukes will send you quickly to die

Its actions will soon have you seeing red

don't worry though, you'll soon be dead

It should keep you from making terrans annoyed

heed this warning, lest you be destroyed

Listen well, and of my words make the most

lest your last sight be the rifle of a ghost