Ghosts of the world beneath us fall ever closer to doom,
But we measure the spirits of the deep with harmful looks;
These mighty minds accomplish a nearly quiet approach,
Losing their stitches and ruling the times of the year.
A ghost makes intelligent guesses at its lord and lady,
The house is of the higher nature in the real mansion;
One bigger book has been read tonight with mighty clues
That reside in the lore and language of the recent day.
A little creepy monster shall adventure in the circle of light,
With magic is the nucleus of the moment, a moment of physics,
As if physical chemistry had an influence, asking too many,
Too many of us are riding the horses of the champions.
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