He watched them dance out on the beach,
watched them dance, just out of reach,
he stood and gazed, in a trance,
time stood still, or was enhanced,
a ghost flitted near and took his hand,
he joined the dance, for he was damned.
Thorvald Niss, “In the Morning On the Beach,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
This is for dVerse, Quadrille Monday. This week it’s hosted by Kim from Writing in North Norfolk. The prompt word is ghost.