Pale Spectre

A shuddering vision appeared one day at the door of my house Pale spectre and shadow, as if the nose was a hole in the sky A shivering figure once dragged from the sea like a loathsome head Undressing before me, then tearing its flesh with demented glee Sha la la la la Sha la la la la Crept into the hallway, already at home on the carpet and walls Unpacking a suitcase, pale spectre in spare room and under my feet Now Jove he was half asleep for several hours that afternoon This unwanted creature crawled into a corner crying ‘Where is the moon?’