Closet Keepers

Skeletons in a closet 

Waking up them bones 

Raising something dead 

To live again once more, 

Speak a little spell 

Dazing into cube, 

Formation brings to rattle 

A dancing devil's groove. 

Standing in a heatwave 

Plucking clovered lawn 

Wishing for a phantom, 

Of bad luck blessed to come. 

Pacing on the sidewalk 

Wrapped in a weight of thought 

Closet door now opening 

Shapes of figures form. 

Drawing to the house 

Calling all to play 

With what in there resides, 

Devourer of blackened flame