Dull swamp ghost

 The dull ghost inhabited
corner of the swamp
midnight leaks
silence over all

It walks over dank waters
noiselessly in tight grace
Perfume rolls off the higher trees
Eyes of bats absorbing it all in

The moon becomes unobscured and comes
It's shine orders the reeds and long grass
opening paths for greedy serpents
One side of the swamp to the other

silence uses the moon
Thick and supernatural
Then a splash
something leaves existence

The hoard of spirits emerge from the mud 
seeking empty abodes from which to roam
early hours manifesting through air and stench
They wreak fear onto the night street

Those dead in the silence of the swamp
Under the bilge
Under the rot
Cooking from hell