In Ghostplay they played Chess

with their own well known rules of hoods winking

only the white pieces are entitled to move in the squares

while the blacks stays in their assigned positions in rigor mortis

the dazzling white pieces moved in dazzling ways dazzling

all and everyone

They kinged and hollered in gainsay ghost triumph while a living

salient eye watched in bemusement

Seeing veiled shadow mists and camouflaged decayed soulless

minds rejoicing in wild stupor

whilst on that Chess board not a single piece had moved

But the black pieces stood shimmering incandescent

in white swirling fog and deceitful Mistral winds

and the Black king stood shining like a king

and a rose by any other name

is still a rose

regardless