Dark are the lights

Switches turned to off

Talks of ghosts & frights

Torches down to not on

Shadows creep behind ones own deep thoughts

Who cares he shouts …. I’ve had enough

Of this malarkey of ghouls and empty souls

Buckets of misery and empty bowls

Spines a tingle, fingers they do roam

Up behind ones neck and many more erogenous zones <grins>