The Mystery Machine

I glimpsed fair Luna's many augured face  
And much loved her meridional glow
Which she used for improving outer space
And all the creeping nimbus well below.
How right she was to offer such a thing
For earthly clouds so gloriously crowned
Might just coax the shyest ghost to sing
Of being...so noctilucently gowned  
Without looking holographically lit
Like some all to common modern spirit
That cannot seem to comprehend one bit
That ghosts need moonlight for folks to fear it.
They know that viewers will not be afraid
Of shades...too electronically portrayed.