The Spirit of the Poet's Pub
On the eve of All Hallows' day
I sat in good company
at the Poet's pub
drinking deep
a peculiar rum
It seemed the lights flickered
yet nobody else cared
and I heard a strange noise
from the wine cellar stairs
The jovial masquerade
as the haunting music played
continued on unaware
But I heard a whisper
off somewhere
Bottoms up I laid my glass
and hazily; all others I passed
Down to the depths far below
I followed my drunk
and poetic nose
The stairs how they creaked
and echoed in the dark
I searched for the switch
but the light had burnt out
and then I felt my beating heart
Two eyes of red stared up at me
and I was frozen in my place
For a moment I lost my will
until I saw a familiar face
And with a crate, up the stairs
came Bill
The spirit of the Poet's Pub
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