Winter To Spring

Three days and two nights
The ghost wails through this room
And walks through my walls 
as if they were made of thin air 

He is black, no, he has a black vial
and wears a golden grown
as his thin stick like figure 
dances about 
like an ice skater on an ice ring 
haunting through the house 

He wails my name 
like an echo 
my name resound 
throughout the night 
and his crown glitters like the stars
as he quenches his thirst 
for my blood......
knowing.... knowing 
that he will be back 
next night 
and the one after that one 
to seek my blood 
like a vampire he'll 
kiss me one night 
and in my dreams suck out all my air
like a snake injects poison 
through its veins 
and at last to meet my one true love
the ghost of death 
he is for sure to come and be
there for me 
like the promise of spring's new bound flowers 
after the winter's cold death.