Dancing Dead

Midnight chimes
Bring deadly mimes.
From the graves
Rise thieves and knaves;
Too witches' chants
They sway and dance.

Naked Bones
On cobblestones,
Ghostly shrouds
Fly though the clouds,
Shrieking, screaming,
All eyes gleaming.

Unholy rites
On autumn nights,
Dead men rise,
The Banshee cries,
But when comes the break of day,
The witches' power fades away.