GHOST HOUSE

Please avoid the stairway

Crossing paths of lover’s tracks

A silent girl stands always staring

Drifting out of shadows past

The ghost house isn’t real

But the travelers will stay away

The call is ever clear

Tortured moans that haunt the morrow

She’s still hosting parties

Transparent things in powdered wigs

Black horses pull the carriage

Makes the spectral staircase sing

The ghost house is alive

Windows hold the moving lights

A courtship is revived

Brings soft daylight into night

The final rays of the sun are fading

All light sinks between the trees

Hallowed evening’s whispered hush

A procession nears the keep

All in line now form a circle

A ring of flame that glows bright white

Celebration of the dead

Who now are brought to life

The ghost house isn’t real

But the travelers will stay away

The call is ever clear

Tortured moans that haunt the morrow

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 2002, all rights reserved