In the company of ghosts,
In the graveyards they weep.
Their ashen cloaks,
Their footsteps creep.
I was scared of them,
And they of I.
For they were dead,
And I was alive.
In the company of ghosts,
In a desolate room,
Don't stalk the houses,
Are nary blooms.
For I am not dead,
But nor am I living.
I am closer to them now,
Than I was in the beginning.
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Lillies and Ghosts
PoésiePoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~