Looks Like A Fairy Tale

Looks like a fairy tale - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a winter midnight Far from the glow of city lights Down past the old dilapidated house Came a pathway that led To an old railway station Surrounded by crisscross lines And handful of quarters To which I had not been Alone but with a kin To receive a guest from distance The moon was hanging over the place And a mild breeze was blowing Sending a chill among leaves and us Not a soul was in sight And we were waiting for the train And for the guest to alight Came late but at last the train And the guest embraced us with grin Now we were making our way home The darkness was coming fast As we were already late for home Soon we came upon that forlorn house We could hear music Coming from that haunted place We could see lights off and on as well As we were coming closer to that place We could hear people laughing We could see their shadows dancing Silent, sinuous and bent Though not a human soul was in sight We reached home with a heart Beating, pounding and racing And saw the guest missing As we kept asking what it might be It seemed we were being haunted by a spirit