DESERTED CASTLE

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

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ARE WE EVER ALONE?

 World of Darkness

 

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?

 

THE OASIS HOTEL

 

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

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THE OLD HOUSE

The old house stands alone,
dark and deserted,
on the overgrown lawn.
A wind rustles through the fallen leaves.
The only sound in the dead silence.
No footsteps to break the quiet.
No sounds of life to lift the spirits.
Only the dead for company.
Their spirits walk the house.
No footsteps to break the quiet.
For the dead don’t leave footprints.

ARE WE ALONE?

 

silenceforthesoul: Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) - Faust’s Dream  ARE WE ALONE?Are we truly alone?Friends and family.Are they with us?Beside us everyday?I can feel them.A thickness in the air.A soft touch.A slight breeze.Is my brother gone?Or is he with me?I believe he is.He chuckles at my blunders.He laughs at my jokes.He cries when I’m hurt.Yes, he is with me.Always.Forever.

 

Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream

ARE WE ALONE?
Are we truly alone?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
Beside us everyday?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone?
Or is he with me?
I believe he is.
He chuckles at my blunders.
He laughs at my jokes.
He cries when I’m hurt.
Yes, he is with me.
Always.
Forever.

BEFORE THE MORNING LIGHT

 

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

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WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY

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.