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Some see shapes gray
And say
“They are ghosts”.
Others perceive
Only bedposts
And grieve
For the naive
Who does believe
In spooks
And ghoul.

The rationalist takes refuge in books
But, on a dark night,
When the electric light
Even the sceptic sometimes pales
At the unexplained draft
Or shadows on the walls.
As he recalls
Nursery tales.
“I am daft”
He will say,
While fervently praying for the coming of day.



So many phantoms have there been,

Flitting through my waking dreams.

Spectres long forgotten stand,

Reaching out their ice cold hands.

Ghosts with nails sharp,

Tear the sinews of my heart.

Then with gaze cold,

Feast upon my immortal soul.