A Mid-summer Night

A mid-summer night
Wind howling; brushing against the trees
Moonlight hits o'er the Silver cross; shining bright like swords of wrath
Leaves creeping, rats crying

The whistle of the wolves; chilling the spine
Hungry gates swing like mad
The lid moves, a bloody finger pushes itself out
Trying to help its decaying flesh; out the wooden coffin

Nearing its neighbour; Pulling out the dead
Whispers into the broken ear 'Let's make a hell time'
Hipshakes, hand moves , leg twines , head bangs
Moonwalking through the smelling grave

Oh whats that ?
The dead from the grave; dancing through an MJ number
Tell me "Aren't you the ghost of jealousy ??"