“Spook House”
specters prowl about as
ghost chains rattle in
cobweb corridors and
dusty corners of ancient
rooms long uninhabited
by the living, floors
creaking mysteriously as
doors open and close
all on their own in
this phantasmagorical
landscape where the
unreal becomes real and
nothing is as it seems,
this spook house spectacle,
the comings and goings
in this, my haunted mind
