Poem -
Dance with the ghosts
Dressed in my ghoulish gown
I tread on its train of shadows
and listen to the dirge of the new moon.
I can smell scents from the past
brought to me by the west wind
or my smoky whisky is drenching my soul.
In the dim room of my haunted mind
I quiver like a bony drum.
Gaunt and eerie I
dance with the ghosts.
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