They came and took our ghosts away;
We stood and let them do it, to be fair.
Some grumbled, but most simply looked away.
A few gave way to rage, and then despair.
They told us it was for the common good;
Our ghosts were old and out of style.
The moans and cold spots, and the pools of blood,
The wraith that haunts the old ancestral pile...
All silly, shop-worn, or just overdone,
Or so they kindly told us. Come the day
We thought to question them, they had all gone -
The ghosts, and those who took our ghosts away.