A drunken mystic almost missed it
on the ceremonial stairs to the Golden Dawn:
the ectoplasm sent a spasm through his chest.
Crystal balls clashed and clattered to release the anti-matter.
Chorus: In the darkness of the room
phosphorescence lit the gloom,
as the parlour became a tomb,
he fell in love with the Banshee on her broom.
They didn’t come to dance; [...]
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