A ghost, a gasping ghast
A phantasm of fantastic
Appeals, appears to appraise
Swivels, swiftly swims away.
Whiskered whispers wash
Onto strange shimmering shores
Melancholy music massed
Piped and played it's prayer parade
Chandelier charades
Swooping shadows shift
Trip tumble toward timeless rifts
Rife with reverberating reverence
Pale, impaled into insignificance
Washed white by whitewashed wounds
Curled comfortably, coiled in cocoons
What's inside must be set free
Come out, come out, come out and see.
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