Beyond this line,
And through that rusty gate,
You'll enter into our place,
Have you, have be been here yet?
Well let me(ghost) be your guide tonight,
And we just have so little night to stride.
We'll walk through the smokey shrubs,
And slip under the canopy,
Till we reach the tree,
As creepy as it could be.
And here mine, all play,
Come let's play along,
You'll have fun I say,
And then we must visit a house,
A Villa in which we do dwell,
Dwell at day when mortals creep.
And then we'll sit to dine,
Beneath the rugged tree,
Oh! We won't hurt you you'll see
And when the moon is bright, we'll dine on fruits and wine.
Oh! you must retreat then,
Its time for us to sleep.
© Ash Sri (3/3/2016)
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