Ghostly Poetry Their Return You sent us away, in the gloom; And locked us in a hidden room. But we all knew you would come back. When life threw you like a mere sack. Now you know the world does not care, How you were thrown in their dark snare. Open the door, for we are here; Together we shall inflict fear. A decade passed—one thing remains: Yes—our deep thirst for dread that banes. Unlock the door, and let us out. “Spookinite”—you shall surely shout! As our rusted chains crack and break, Our burial grounds bend and quake. Marching beyond despondency, No more shall there be vacancy. Hear our one thousand screams surround; How our grave presence does abound. Disinterring your worn coffin; How we have longed to see your grin. Return to Ghostly Poetry Next Poem Previous Poem

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