HOW WAS I 1 - They Hover In The Air Like Ghosts

How Was I

1

They Hover In The Air Like Ghosts

They hover in the air like ghosts

sorry figures shielding off a corpse

I am a learned poet let me through

be calm there is still knife in you

I fully understand that you are dead

yet if you do not mind I resurrect

they told me once I own a spell

but buried in a book in deepest hell

I cannot say by heart maybe a shadow

of those surrounding you does know

hey you I love your blackish blue

I trust the tale you will unfold is true