Ghosts That Haunt
There are ghosts that haunt
these hallowed halls...
wisps of spirits whose
taunt appalls...
They assault my senses
in tormenting calls
There are ghosts that haunt
these halls.
They sneak about both
night and day...
seeking ways to
still portray
the essence of
their yesterday...
yet, haunt these halls today.
In waking and in dreams
appear...
to whisper unbidden
elusive fear,
these ghosts that are
both real and sheer...
I wish they would
steer clear!
Sights and sounds
and smells and touch,
they utilize it all
as such,
to rouse the buried
by remembered clutch,
inflicting their cold,
cold touch.
Depart these hallowed
halls and go.
Your time is done,
the tides now flow.
A curtain calls for
a brand new show.
Depart, I say,
and go!
Be now exorcised
and flee.
Find your rest...
I set you free,
and I shall be
the dawn's trustee,
forgiveness
sets you free.