These old ghosts.

I hear them still beyond the trees
Whispering to the moon
At night
They don't bother me
Like old times
The haunting sounds
Controlling chime's
I moved the clock face forward
Towards much needed light
These old ghosts tells riddles
Until the morrow night
I'm don't fear them
Nor do i see
The way they continued
To take control
over me
I've grown rather fondly
Off thee
These old ghost's
Beyond the fairest tree
Whispering those words
Just like it used to be
Without the frightful lunacy
Just a joke between them
And the joke no longer on me
Waiting there patently
For a new soul to scare
Beyond the moonlight a tree
Stands bear
Whispering ghost's everywhere.