Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph
A castle where spirits walk
Darkness hides in corners
Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls
Old fragrances float in the air
Shadows follow without footsteps
And sighs fill the empty spaces
Are we ever alone?
Do we carry with us
the spirits of the past;
the loved ones who
have passed?
I can feel them
and sometimes see them.
Can you?
An entity all its own.
A living,
breathing
force.
The walls hold secrets
of times gone by,
memories of long ago.
The house keeps
its secrets close.
Pink climbs to heaven
on bristling leaves.
Fuchsia steps up
the balconies.
It covers our world
with vibrancy.
Cheering us on
our gloomiest days.
Raising our spirits.
Coaxing us to reach
for the heavens.
THE OASIS HOTEL
The white hotel on the beach
has everything within reach.
A swimming pool in the sun
offers fun in the hot sun.
The night brings a different story
of The Dead in all their glory.
They come to scare the town,
cold stares served with a frown.
Beware of the walking dead.
They are evil ones to dread.
THE DEAD GAME
Enter the zone
where tourists party,
champagne flows
And so does the blood.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream
Soon you’ll be one of us.
Walkers of the night.
Seekers of the dark.
Stand up.
Claim what’s yours.
Before the morning light.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
The house sits dark and empty.
Who will visit its dark rooms?
Will someone ever sit on the chair
to gaze deeply into the vanity mirror?
Spirits walk the long hallways.
Waiting for company.
Waiting for life and sounds
to enter the house once again.
Is it so much for them to ask?
Why is it so hard to find new owners?
How much longer must they wait?
Waiting can be pure agony
when you have nowhere else to go.
