Evening at Dockery's Inn

The woods do creak, the mouse does squeal
   A ghastly shiver engulfs the rear of my quill.
Here in a room do I write this note
   Whiskey charges the mind, my imaginations float.
The room lies still lightened by a lamp
    "Dockery's Inn" at the heart of Nou Camp!
Brave hearts of all do skip the name
   Do fear the place at night
To think of the dead, the phantoms, the spirits
   Gives me such an incredulous fright!
Aroused am I by a nocturnal call
   There lies something beneath the darkened hall.
The wolves do bark, the cat does mew
   As I call out her name, "Senorita is that you?"
She bore my love in the far eastern land.
   She played the guitar in our own little band.
Then came an hour; too disastrous it was
   Gets killed in a crash, I'm put behind bars!
I wait till this day for I know she would come
   An entity at her place, a ghost has she become!
The cricket does cry from beneath the bush
   A minstrel does start to sing.
For now do i hear the doorbell ring,
   Cring Cring Cring Cring Cring!!