The Ghosts of York
We are the ghosts of York and we are real.
You may have altered names of streets and walls
but, when all those avenues fill with night
and the certainty you are not alone
ignites a feeble fire behind your eyes,
know that we're here and have nightmares to share.
The modern world will fall away to share
its demon-filled underbelly and real
face teeming with vengeful shadows. Our eyes
peer out from your ancient defending walls,
always reminding you're never alone
on cobbles after dark, in bed at night.
Sometimes we'll sing sweet to lay soft the night,
encourage you coldly to open - share
your dreams - when they're