Phantom dancing to moonlit night's music,
Hooted by owls and booed by toads spastic;
Asked if friend or foe, the shade didn't answer.
Nonetheless, I think I know that prancer;
That sliding dribble, that familiar face,
Ageless, it was Bloney's! None could erase,
Scarify or blot out his thin-lipped smile.
Maybe, I'll be joining him in a while...
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