Lonely ghost drifts through the house
scares a cat, freezes a mouse.
boney fingers scrape the wall,
ice appears right down the hall.
Rotten flesh hangs down from bone,
from her mouth a piercing moan
One lady frozen on a stair,
missing heart and half her hair.
Like time has stopped for ever more,
her blood it never reached the floor.
A gruesome pose, the sculpture still,
throughout the house a deathly chill.
Down the garden path it goes,
flowers turn away and close.
The midnight hour all but lost,
back to its earthly grave of frost.