By: Nandhini
What lingers in the dark is unknown to most
The inaudible footsteps
The swish of the curtains
As they walk amongst us like great kings of the past
The ghosts,
The ghosts
Are here to haunt
And as one comes upon
The realization
That there is a presence
A presence amongst him
That has come into existence
Without his knowledge
And without his awareness
The ghosts,
The ghosts
Are here to haunt
The sudden stopping and beating of heart
The painful chill shooting up the spine
The signs of fear are too many to count
When one becomes self-conscious and aware
Of the apparitions existing in his peaceful dwelling
To which he knows that there is no telling
When the ghost will strike
Or overwhelm his psych
He realizes that the rumors were true
He realizes that his doubts were true
The ghosts,
The ghosts
are here to haunt
They will not cease until they’ve achieved their goal
Their ultimate last attempt to be
The ghosts,
The ghosts
are here to haunt
For that is their sole and only duty
To which they will follow with no avail
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