All is quiet,
All is dark.
The swish of my white nightgown
Is what haunts these blackened halls.
I am all that is left-
I am that which remains to be unseen
There are no ghosts,
Only I.
Only you.....
It seems to be,
The only poltergeist is me.
Running up and down the stairs
Rearranging all your chairs.
A billowy white mass floating in darkness.
Yet emits no lights of it's own
Only a reflection of muted white.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
You never saw me while in the flesh....
Now I roam through every dark room.
Death came to late to save this muted angel.
Forever shall I roam and haunt your every move,
For your lies, I shall prove.....
J.A. Clark
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