Things were very quiet, now the phantom had passed away,
For ghosts are also subject to age and decay,
The house now was empty, save the creaking of the boards,
And the wails of a lonely wind in harsh and ugly chords.
Things were very quiet, now the phantom had passed away,
The spiders got to weaving, their webs of silver grey,
The dust relaxed to settle, now that the ghost was dead,
Even cats and bats came back, from wherever they had fled.
Things were very quiet, now the phantom had passed away,
Moonbeams dared to shine again, in their secret, silver way,
And life, at last, returned, to the place that had meant death,
and the air that once was strangled, came back to take a breath.
Things were very quiet, now the phantom had passed away,
And normality took up residence, at least throughout the day.
But as the night grows longer, when the dark is at its most,
they say the place is haunted now, by the phantom's ghost.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Things were very quiet ...
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