ghost danced under moonlit sky
some looked whiter shade of pale
most flew low others fled high
then upon a boat did sail
those ghosts had time of lives
riding in that dark boat
some threw Sharp knives
others waved as if too gloat
so I left them to it
throwing knives and dancing
with the moon so well lit
then one struck me with his lancing
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