Frolicking in pale, maddened dreams
The spectre's larks, or so it seems
With the ghastly, faded beams
As the rolling eyeball gleams
Dancing in odd, dismayed reprieve
The surrounding souls, I do believe
With an elusive, half-conceived
Notion that just might be relieved
Reveling in drab, weightless haze
The spirits convene, in utter craze
With such dreadful, haunting ways
As the shattered record plays