I see you rise up
the petal stairs of the rose
before taking to your wings.
You then waft, drift along the breeze.
You are not of this world!
None sees you.
To all you’re neither a fairy nor a ghost
but the scent of the rose.
I delight for I see you
the fragrance of the flower ethereal.
You came to me in a nightmare
when stealthily you stepped out
of the fleshy corpse flower.
I wondered if you belonged to this world.
Such a macabre smell you are!
Let alone flying,
I saw you limping
on the ground.
With carrion flies, beetles
Seems right companions for you!
Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights: On Popular Demand – Lets gather around for some ghost stories – 
Shared with Poetry Pantry #316 @ Poets United