Hal joins the dead

How the sing, their voices in my mind, I see their shadows flit across my path, no longer invisible, each smile becomes a grin, a grin becomes a hug, and old memories are relived and I find that the dead keep on to life, while I have fallen in love with the past, the dead, I walk with them, my head held up high, and in the darkness, I hear the demoness laugh, and I found it pleasant.