Ghost

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The Ghost of Marion Lear

The Ghost of Marion Lear

'Twas the year of our Lord, 1834, a man rode into Tucker's Sound,
with fiery black eyes, he was one...

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THIS GHOST WANTS TOO DANCE

Her finger twists the blue egg sky
leaning against the wall made in bone
white chalky...

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Lenore, Revisited

Lenore, Revisited

O'er satin veil, horizon's mists, it sat there, unabashed–
whilst light seeped in, yon sunlight...

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Time

Time

In the old church
Bell tower
Ghosts from
Yesterday appear
Moving the clock...

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The Legend of isla de las...

The Legend of isla de las munecas

South of Mexico City, down the canals of Xochimico,
you’ll find a tiny island with a history you...

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Walk Turned Nightmare Part II

Walk Turned Nightmare Part II

As we left in fear that day,
So desperately to escape,
In silence we did not sit,
As...

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The Concealed Kin.

The Concealed Kin.

A picture paints a thousand words,
And more when hung with care,
A simple task seems innocent...

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Walk Turned Nightmare

Walk Turned Nightmare

Many stories we do not tell.....
For this one it's time to spill,
Where painted rocks do lay...

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Motionless in white

I lay here in my dreams
As you hang over me,
Motionless in white,
My fear I try to...

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Mystic Key...

Mystic Key...

There was an old building the haunted called home,
In the basement were dead souls and broken bones...

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The Legend of Butcher'...

The Legend of Butcher's Holler

The legends go, as locals know, deep down in Butcher’s Holler
dark demons came to lay their claim to...

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A Love that Dare Not Speak...

 A Love that Dare Not Speak its Name

To profess a love that dare not speak its name
portends compassion—one sad pedigree.
To cross...

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Haunted

I lay many of night
Looking for shut eye
While I am irrelevant to it
High winds...

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"It's Time"

"It's Time"

"I know the journey in recovery,
may seem daunting,
but would you rather,
be haunting...

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Am i the one who is dead --...

clothes dripping in holes and holy tapestries
refined in blossom and death
each scented...

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The Girl at the Top of the...

The Girl at the Top of the Stair

A ghostly girl sits at the top of the stair—
she rocks to and fro—just why, I don’t know.
You...

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Take a seat...

Take a seat...

Enter
My dear
I Sense
Your fear,
Can you
Hear me
Creaking,...