The Ghost and the Darkness
© By Donna M. Connelly
Within the darkest of dungeons
And much to my chagrin
I found an empty passageway
Except for a ghost within
He looked at me, excitedly
He danced about the hall
He stopped and glared into my eyes
I could not help, but fall.
I was fearful, almost tearful
of what I cannot explain
A sound was coming toward me
The sound of a rattling chain.
The ghost was advancing toward me
Swaying about his stance
He smiled at me and then he said
May I have this dance?
I could not help but wonder
Why he asked me this
But when I stood to dance with him
He said he only wanted a kiss.
I heard that chain still rattling
I heard a moan come from above
I didn't want to kiss the ghost
Until he called me his Ladylove
This ghost of darkness, how could it be
That he could make me feel
A love that I have never felt
And have it feel so real
He leaped at me, but faltered
He could not stand upon his feet
For he didn't have any there, you see
He was nothing but a sheet.
Within the darkest of dungeons
And much to my chagrin
I found an empty passageway
Except for a ghost within
He looked at me, excitedly
He danced about the hall
He stopped and glared into my eyes
I could not help, but fall.
I was fearful, almost tearful
of what I cannot explain
A sound was coming toward me
The sound of a rattling chain.
The ghost was advancing toward me
Swaying about his stance
He smiled at me and then he said
May I have this dance?
I could not help but wonder
Why he asked me this
But when I stood to dance with him
He said he only wanted a kiss.
I heard that chain still rattling
I heard a moan come from above
I didn't want to kiss the ghost
Until he called me his Ladylove
This ghost of darkness, how could it be
That he could make me feel
A love that I have never felt
And have it feel so real
He leaped at me, but faltered
He could not stand upon his feet
For he didn't have any there, you see
He was nothing but a sheet.