Ghoulish Nights

GHOULISH NIGHTS
The conscience consciously supplies

A satisfactory reply

Beneath the moon

In dreams of June

The helpless, hopeless, lover sighs

And in some torrid, secret place

A horrid, meek excuse migrates

Takes over there

Subsists to dare

Implores one to commence the chase

So back again in backward ways

The skeletons of yesterdays

On ghoulish nights

Dark whims indict

While round the rose our shadows play

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