The Graveyard Sonata

It wasn't midnight but the ghosts came out to play

One sat on my shoulder and refused to go away

Three of them danced a macabre foxtrot

While some others wolf whistled like wind through the trees

Scared though I was, my sixth sense kicked in

And I communicated with the spirits till it was daybreak

Some told me stories of the East India Company

Others recited ballads composed from their misery

While some gentlemen gave me a lesson in history

I could not see Boz anywhere but I met Hardy

He pressed upon me a copy of his complete works

I left the graveyard with my head buzzing

Yet it was a spiritual experience that nobody is denying

I came back home with the ghost on my shoulder

She likes it here, in her warm corner with a bed

I wonder if I'll ever see ghosts the same way again

The Bilge Master