Ghost

Hello good sir,

would you lead me right?

On this chilled

and moonless night?

So young I travel

with no guide

would you take

my lonely side?

Do not fear,

how many lies

could lay beyond

a child's eyes?

Take my hand,

hold your candle high

while I sing

this lullaby

In my innocent voice

so soft and light

it doesn't fit

with this incredulous night.

Does your trust grow thin

from eyes so wild?

Do not fear

what harm can come from a little child?

Your hand does tremble

on my palm so cold

remembering those stories

you were told,

Trust not the stranger,

be not fooled by disguise

but what danger is there

from a child with insane eyes?

Watching you now

from far below

clasping your hand

as we go.

Such a kind sir

to lead me my way

the poor lost child

who had gone astray.

Patience now

for home is near

though the town is gone

far from here.

See those gates?

rusted and black?

Surrounding the stones

isolated that lack?

That is where I reside.

Come now can't you stay?

It gets so lonely

and you'll eventually have to lay

here in its grounds,

we all will come

buried very deep

when the journey is done.

How strange it is

watching you try to flee

though my laughter is high

with childish glee.

Hair gone white

your face to boast

screaming almost as if

you had seen a . . .