Haunted (Photo credit: mstephens7)
Hauntings
Are never easy
The dead do not remain
For simple reasons
They carry earthly chains
Throughout the seasons
Hauntings
Are never easy
The haunted
Are never sane
The toll of such communion
Is like a winter gale
Their hopeless, sad reunion
Is craven, lost and pale
The haunted
Are never sane
Hauntings
Are never over
For there beyond the grave
There is but timeless space
No other lives to save
When all life’s left this place
Hauntings
Are never over
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Spooky! Love this Sis xxxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂
I want to come back as a ghost. I can think of quite a few people I’d like to scare the bejesus out of. And if scaring didn’t do the trick, then I could quite happily be a poltergeist smashing pots in their kitchens all night.
LOLOL!! 🙂 🙂
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I loved this! It has a dark quality but also a sense of truth.
Thank you so much for your kind words and the reblog! 🙂 🙂