As I approach the castle,
lying dark and foreboding in the mist,
the shadows comprehend me,
like a story with a twist,
discombobulating memories
shroud my every sound,
as I walk within these walls of time
and have a look around.
A figure stands from high above,
staring down below,
is he watching what I do,
or willing me to go ?
Then I realise that where he waits
no floor is for his footing,
so how can he stand so tall and proud,
calmly watching and looking ?
Do I see an apparition
is this what I came for,
have I got the finally proof
of an afterlife and open door ?
Or is this ghost a figment of imagination
playing with my mind,
one thing's for sure within my heart
I won't be left behind.
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