HAINT: a poem

 This poem is to be read along to the tune of 'London Bridge'. 



Did you see the beast around?

Float around, dance around?

Did you see the beast around?

It sees you. 


At the burial the psyche couldn’t rest

Lingering on words, it became obsessed

At the burial the psyche couldn’t rest

It will collect your debts. 

 

The lonely wraith wails at sunset 

Don’t close your eyes, there’s no reset

The lonely wraith wails at sunset

It smells your sweat. 


The haunting hour begins at night

Get inside before the fright

The haunting hour begins at night

It follows you. 


Inside paint everything blue

Don’t wait too soon, paint it 

Haint blue

Inside paint everything blue

Or the unnatural will ensue. 


The giggling shade enters in

Hold onto faith, it will give a chase

The giggling shade enters in

How fast are you? 


The fervent spirit jacks your shadow

Sucks it dry and gave a swallow

The fervent spirit jacks your shadow

How hollow are you?


The quiet haint back at its grave
Feeling depraved, now a slave
A soul is gone and a monster won
Because of what you have said and done.

Remember the haint sittin’ at its grave
It would behoove you to always behave.
Remember the haint sittin’ at its grave
It will remember you.

 

Location: United States

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