Ghostbusters Ghazal

From mortal wake to mortal wane, I ain’t afraid of no ghosts
Until I face my own demise, I ain’t afraid of no ghosts

The world above the underworld is pleasant; but at most
We yell our battle cries: We ain’t afraid of no ghosts

Spirits birthed from the dead, the decaying and morose
A prediction of my own demise but I ain’t afraid of no ghosts

Ghostbusters are strong, resilient our empathy remote
We send them back to Hell because we aren’t afraid of ghosts

A New York City morning began with coffee and toast
My ex-lover turned into a spirit had succumbed to a ghost

She had been my last thought while dying; my death came quick and close
The last of my will, our battle cry: I ain’t afraid of no ghost.