Ghost hunting . . .

Castle Ruins

A walk down a corridor of solid stone,
passing through the darkness, yet not alone.
From the corner of the eye, shadows flow,
under the faint torch light, you glimpse your foe.

Echoes of footsteps, glide through eternity,
marking the way to the spirits immortality.
Out of the shadowed hallways of the past,
a light upon long ago lives, once again is cast.

Through long ebbing tides, time still flows,
stars through empty turret windows, forever glow.
The soft breeze bears all whispers away,
as dawn dwells through yet another day.

As the sun goes down shining against the west,
the darkness once again begins to crest.
Illuminating the silken forms of wispy white,
haunting once again dark halls, of the castle ruins at night.

© Shay White