Spiritwalk

Twas dark out and the screeching bats
Did fly and swivel in the night;
All creeping were the this-and-thats
And the stars were hiding out of sight.

“Beware the Spiritwalk, my son
The hands that grab, the noise that scares!
Beware the mischievous Bogarts and shun
The screaming banshees!”

He took his trusty bible in hand;
Long time the ghastly devil he sought—
So rested he by the ghost town sea,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as a dreaded feeling he stood,
The spirit walk with eyes of maim,
Came drifting through the haunted wood,
And moaning as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The holy cross went cast out! Cast out!
He left it dead and with its dread
He went 'a' praying back.

“And hast thou slain the Spiritwalk?
Come to my hearth my bravin boy!
O wonderful day! Hey, let us prey!"
He shouted in his glea.

Twas dark out and the screeching bats
Did fly and swivel in the night;
All creeping were the this-and-thats
And the stars were hiding out of sight.