Dance With the Ghoul

Little girl, come out of the fog

Be no more a blush in a bog

Be sure to leave your skin behind

With what’s left of a chastened mind

So much horror your bloodless face

A smile for me your deviled race

So dance with the ghoul, if you please

Gentleman with a dash of tease

My alter ego on this stage

A name not found on any page

Take my hand, and step on your mark

Let us keep time to the blessed dark

Creaking floorboards for our applause

Mad clapping will cover our flaws

Till the devil drops his curtain

Man in the rafters named Sertan

Best you not look up his way, dear

His Cheshire grin inspires much fear

Focus instead on my soft eyes

My debonaire charms a sure prize

We shall dance till the devil’s true

With your smiling ghost beside you

My hands holding up your cold flesh

Old ghoul’s take on the holy creche

When I tire of your rattling bones

I’ll wink at your old ghostly moans

Give your wraith a chance on the floor

Till we two are shown to the door

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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