Waverly Hills

Echoes of disembodied voices

and unanswered prayers

linger at the top

and bottom of stairs–

walls cry with history

decades of wear

lonely, moldering halls

scream with ghostly terror.

Spirit Mary

plays her ball

still treading

solarium halls.

Shadow people appear

within pale hue,

a peripheral vision fear

coming from room 502–

voices forever shout

“get out, get out!”

Souls spending years

living in the dark,

visiting breath appears

the light embarks–

for those that claim

to walk away,

play the mind game

and begin to pray.

While some spirits never

find their way–

spellbound, forever

always astray.

Dead of night light

still living inside–

stay to delight

within halls to hide,

trapped in a spirit world

side by side.