From a cold dark musty dungeon,
he emerged rather quietly;
hair disheveled covered with dust
a relict from the distant past.
Stunned onlookers quickly backed off.
Assuming an evil spirit
had sprung up, to scare them away,
some even ran shrieking loudly.
Unconcerned, he moved out,
as if it were perfectly normal
for him to do so - a daily affair
an old man opened his diary.
He checked - it was not Halloween
neither did the dusty stranger,
resemble his deceased brother.
He let out a sigh of relief.
All the rest, they watched tongue-tied,
as the ghost's figure disappeared
into the wilderness - Then yelled
that they should have tried to catch him!
"No need to regret your cowardice
I'm back to answer your questions"
Said a firm clear voice from behind
"I was commissioned by the State"
The myths about old hidden graves
of disturbed spirits surfacing
had to be disproved - I confirm
I found old pots and pans - not bones!!