• One day I went into a haunted house,
    Trying to be discreet as a tiny mouse,
    I asked question such as these;
    (To the sprits, you will see)
    "Why do you haunt, are you mad?"
    "Why do you haunt, are you sad?"
    And from right there, I almost past,
    a sprit form in all black,
    and he said to me in a deep rasp;
    "I am not sad,
    Just merely glad,
    at the havoc i've reeked,
    upon the mild and weak"
    And I asked him back with nerves of steel;
    "Am I not weak?
    Why have you not reeked?
    Am I not mild?
    I'm still but a child."
    The Ghost just pondered there,
    sitting in an invisable chair
    "I have not reekes,
    because you are not meek.
    You havent a croak,
    as we've stood here and spoke."
    He said this in a voice so deep,
    that in my veins it started to seep,
    and made me very, very hot,
    as to remeber something I had almost forgot.
    "My mother will be looking soon,
    we're having lunch at about noon.
    Would you like to have a bite,
    if your schedules not too tight?"
    The ghost looked awfully taken aback.
    Had he never had a noon-time snack?
    He denied my offer, polietly pleased,
    but said my mother would not see,
    why at invited a ghost to eat,
    at the same table in which we preach.
    To which I nodded anyway,
    I would ask him there another day,
    for I would see this Ghost much more
    as I came everyday to his door.
    But soon I saw him gray a shade,
    and, as time went by, he started to fade.
    Untill one day I walked in the door,
    and we talked about time once more,
    and he looked into my child eyes,
    and he said to me his final goodbyes,
    and I saw his exsistance cease
    and I said; "My friend, rest in peace."
    I never saw that Ghost again.
    I had reedemed his as only a friend.
    Limbo does he no longer lie,
    for with my help, he could finally die.