Yuluvare
The ghost is in the air!
The ghost is over there!
It frightens! It runs!
It goes, it comes
to the recesses of the tin roof...
to the bottoms of a pig's hoof
the ghost possesses the foul souls
Up and up it goes
as if to heaven, it will fly
unlike an angel in the sky
it wants no more than to choke
the devil and drive it beserk!
How many names can it have?
Is it Beze, Rogi, Humi, or Dad?
We don't know what it will bring!
All we know is for the dead
it tolls its efforts
it is said.
Is it fair, is it dark?
as it tears through a camel's heart
it cannot stop flying in the air
it is over here!
No! it is over there!
BE SCARED!
BEWARE!!
IT WILL NOT GET YOU!
WHEN YOU DARE NOT CARE!
His name is not important
as it is yours!
The ghost is in your fingers
and on your doors!
BOO! Run down the halls!
Spread the powder on the floor!
Until you see its footprints, more and more!
It will devour your soul
and walk with feet!
until the agony of his defeat!
GRAAAAHHHH!, he says!. "I have you now!"
"I will taste your fears,
and take you down - -
to Hell, I might say, I'll see you there!"
Then, he vanishes into thin air.
Where does he go?
We wonder!
Back to those toes?
No!
into the floor!
... for some more foes!
This story is not scary ...
you see?
As the ghost is rare!
As a matter of fact,
his name is: Yuluvare!
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