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Poetry: Haunted houses

Supernatural,

Profound are the whispers
Of this one haunted house
Hearing dead walk in halls
Scaring the smallest mouse
Paranormal as they may be
Are neither evil nor nice

Stuck between realms
They continue existing
I discovered their names
From the houses listing
With huge deviant demands
They keep on persisting

My absolute silence overheated
In sheer horror born of fear


They call and beckon for me
To come yet closer and near
As the only thing frozen cold
Are my feet and my icy tear

Screeches and loud groans
Of these departed unwilling
The intensity of their moans
Run wild and bone chilling
Yet only shadows can be seen
Dispersing along my ceiling

Along with the entire history
Their secrets of life are buried
Scattered along these hall walls
Many fly fast though as hurried
As I lay in my bed so paralyzed
While pretending I am not worried

Playing tricks and hiding stuff
Opening the cabinets and doors
When nothing is in sight though
Hearing eerie footsteps on floors
With no evidence of the culprit
Just sickening smell of repulse

Firmly believing they are dead
Only knowing by steady watch
Supernatural are these beings
Accepting totally that much
Glimpsing just their shadows
Oh so near yet cannot touch

Afloat they spread not in colour
Only shades of black and grey
Coexisting life they have lived
Dreadfully repeating every day
Our vivid presence, this instant
Surrender to the light, I pray

Presenting to them an open window
So they will take this final flight
Lost as they are looking eternally
For this radiant one tunnel of light
Channelled by me they sure can leave
Though only if I believe, they might

Let go these mortal needless worries
Duties, obligations of souls dread
Do not be bothered worrying anymore
About tiding up your house or bed
And simply go into the light my dear
As you are now not living but dead

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