Broken free the binding chains of day
In the dark do shadows play
For in the night is when spirits roam
And return to their former home
Often strangers there to find
Who no love for the spirit do bind
And being a stranger where he used to live
The spirit decides a fright to give
And moving things and making noise
By dropping things vases he detroys
Leaves the house like its been ran though by a beast
Oh such a nasty, naughty poltergiest! |
