Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Ghost Walk

It’s a ghost walk, not a cake walk
There’s no money back here
‘Cause a dead mans right hand
Slapped you hard on your rear.
He’s invisible night
You can’t see him at all,
   'Watch your feet on those steps, else you stumble and fall.'
Then whose cold hands will grip you?
Hold you hard, 'just that way'
Not a mere mortal man,
Not a human man, nay.
But a man with no heart,
With no life of his own.
Cursed, abandoned and dead
Buried long ‘neath these stones.
I can’t tell you his story, 
I don’t know who he is
But a ghost walk’s a ghost walk;
And this ghost walk’s his.

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