He gazes at the graveyard, so dark and so dreary.
Until his imagination kicks in, when he is so tired and so weary. The air grows thin and the darkness grows thinner As the red aura starts to glow, and the lights start to flicker Then ghosts and demons alike rise from the ground And dance till dawn even though there's no sound He peeks through the window, observing the odd scene Sure it’s all in his head, and there’s nothing to be seen Every night they return to dance their careful dance When one day the lonely man decides he won’t miss his only chance He walks up to the gate watching the dance without music Feeling self conscious, and also feeling a little stupid He starts to retreat and return to his window seat When a demon just smiles, and tells him to stay awhile He takes the demon’s hand and steps into the red glow Hand in hand they dance, swaying ever so slow.
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