Villanelle
To be a ghost is a marvelous thing.
You can live it up when you’re truly dead.
And dance macabre as the vampires sing
You take your head off and give it a fling
For you know mid-night is nothing to dread
To be a ghost is a marvelous thing.
Now hear the death bells in the graveyard ring
As you lay in your comfy coffin bed
listening to blood-songs vampires sing
Look how the slimy worms around you cling
Busy little worms waiting to be fed.
To be a ghost is a marvelous thing.
Come, weir wolfs, and goblins are beckoning
Come, dance the macabre the moon is red
Dance to the requiem’s vampires sing
And rise from tombstone as the bats take wing
Come and shout, “Boo!” to the owl overhead.
To be a ghost is a marvelous thing.
And dance macabre as the vampires sing