By Angela L Burke- MSSPI
Walking down a crooked hall, doorways looming ever tall.
From dark corners cobwebs hang, unlocked shutters clack and bang.
Cedar, moth balls scent the air, dusty footprints creak the stairs.
An eerie fog creeps neath the sill, swirling round your feet at will.
Distant lightening’s eerie glow, hear the call of night’s black crow.
Cracking thunder shakes the core, you can see the light no more.
In the darkness silent scare, you can feel them standing there.
Hear their whispers, laughs and taunts, feel their tears, regrets and wants.
Bony tree limbs tap the glass, leaves make whirl winds in the grass.
Light of full moon shadows cast, silhouettes of life long past.
Dancing through the willow trees, phantom’s drift on lifted breeze.
In the sky the air is thickened, thumping of the drum is quickened.
Chill of blackness gripping bones, feel the weight of chiseled stone.
Suffocating roses smell, hear the toiling of the bell.
Taste the kiss of death’s sweet wine, step across the veil divine.
Onyx feathers brush your face, then disappear without a trace.