Haunted Lunacy Poetry

Behold the dance of the rattling bones, see how they click and clack, the prancing of their skeleton feet, a ballet to dazzle and to distract.  They pirouette with skinless glee, then arabesque and take a bow, and with a smile the king is pleased, his loyal subjects did amaze and wow. Hail to the king! We only exist to entertain. Hail to the king! We pick up our bones and dance again .

At 4am the demons come,  to bring the things from  which I run, the devils lies I know so  well, gently whispered from the depths of hell. With their dreadful eyes and  horrid wings, at the foot  of my bed they tell me these things. I cannot sleep for fear of them, those demons that  taunt me at 4am.