A ghost, cursed sprite,
black hair, dress white,
risen from newborn life,
attracted from its thrive,

as trick of the eye,
you would first sight deny,
wandering restless,
a slow process.

Humming in the air,
a harmonic flair,
to those of age,
but life is at stage.

A Gamjis song,
is stealing all along,
from babies and kids,
when they shut their lids,

listen to her lullaby,
dark magic is set free,
like a vampire from a far,
leaving no sign or scar,

but once „tasted“ enough,
things start getting rough,
as the Gamji seeks entrance,
with empowered potence,

sending adults to sleep,
dreamless and deep,
singing of disharmony,
bringing death and agony.

A Gamji is a fantasy creature,
risen from a woman once pure,
who died when giving birth,
or their kid died after short time on earth.

A lost soul, cruel longing,
with no rest or outcoming,
brave heroes of true heart,
skilled in not only weapon art,

as no weapon will harm a Gamji ever,
as she intended being so never,
the right song, the right gift,
the right decision might lift,

the curse of a Gamji,
willingless set free,
defeated with recognition,
of unsatisfied love and ambition.

The Gamji is a fantasy creature from the lands of Lorakis, which are described in the system „Splittermond“. A German pen and paper rule set, I dearly love. The Gamji was the center piece of my Halloween oneshot session.