Dedicated to all into Ghosts of the past!
The winding staircase of old,
Invited those past or present,
To ascend or descend and story unfold,
Of how they came and went..
The thin balustrade spindling, winding,
Eerie ambiance clearly unfolding,
The ghost of a lady robed in white,
The first to descend on the staircase tonight.
From top to bottom heaven to hell,
Where does this lady in white really dwell,
The subdued and dim lowly light,
Lead the way that for her was right...
He pushed her to her untimely death,
Such was the consequence of his wrath,
As he suspected she loved another,
Now she dwells apart from him or her lover...
Once she was the lady of the manor,
Her untimely passing took her over,
Now she haunts the spot where she died,
There she dwells eternally tied.
Copyright:K:August 2008
Gold trophy winner
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