Sitting alone, candles burning bright
Wind talking to me through the night
Waiting for the guest to arrive
Moonlight shines, makes me feel alive
Ghostly chill runs down my spine
In my nostrils, the smell of wine
And musty pages of a long-lost book
I slowly get up and start to look
A tap on my shoulder, it must be time
I creep down the celler, as silent as a mime
Feel my way touching the cold, rough stones
A creak on the stairs, a distant sad moan
Talking to the spirits around me
Some of them replying gently
Dancing like we once did long ago
To the tunes that we all seem to know
Awake the the next morning, eyes open wide
Arms wrapped tightly around my sides
Surrounding me are six white walls
Running wide, and running tall
Remembering the reason that I'm here
The others, they all seem to fear
I humor them, and stay calm to their appeal
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