The ghost of the Churcal
Traveler that to midnight
for the cemetery go,
you go with God and they don't collide you
for the road the souls.
That to the edge of this town,
in this stopped raining beach.
they say that punishing a times
fierce ghost digresses.
It is a male that to the fury
tinckling shoots,
with deceased's drawer
crossed of load.
The noses and the eyes
to the air it rakes as embers,
and, he escapes beating the bones
of the drawer like rattle.
Great knavish and bad heretic
the owner of that soul,
that the demon bustles it,
of private sepulchre.
Traveler that to midnight
for the cemetery goes,
you go with God and they don't collide you
for the road the souls.