what ghost is this
while we're dreaming
some conjuring
hearing voices
softly speaking
echoes of lost mysteries
imagining surety
that pageantry
of convoluted death
what daunting spirit
must surely exist
manifesting orbs
simply unrealistic
ethereal life
watch this magic
witness this world
spin and turn
while simmering light
invading grievous darkness
continues to glimmer
shimmer and recite
those tragic stories
that simply do persist
to pervade our lives
cascade through
our mystic dreams
those cryptic shadows
often accompanied
by mysterious sounds
we seem to hear
as night alludes
to our resounding fear
when we wake
those stirrings trickle
for fickle drama's sake
haunting phantoms
which take us
to supernatural realms
regard actual phantasms
where magical illusion
steers one's imagination
perhaps even to
a ghost ship helm
what if then
phantasmic dreams
allude to self
as we wander hapless
where spirits dwell
what if then
eerie spectres
consist of what
our realistic fear
afflictions of those
hair raising things
we might even see
as we walk alone
heart pounding
as we exhale
excited startled breath
glancing down
some dim hallway
unclear reflections
perhaps enigmatic death
gaudiness reflected
by a spectral ancestor's
mnemonic mirror

 

 

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