Lyceum Theatre Ghost

Thin Brown legs

Dangling from the cat walk

Large black eyes

Peering down into the

Land of make believe

Actors cloaked in burlap

With white faces

A cold shadow lingers

Toward her

The sound of gurgled

Growls

Her young blood goes cold

Her harrowing screams 

Rattle the metal

The fear of plummeting

One hundred feet below 

She scurries to safety

Knowing the Theatre 

will

Call

Her

Haunt 

her

Forever