Ain’t Frit

and now  the voices start

those grody sounds that stop your heart


beneath the floor, within the walls

the precedent for dull footfalls


calling to us one by one

with no clear sight of saint or villain


a spectral round of hide and seek

directed by a floorboards creak


each time we search there’s nothing there

but of this guest we’re so aware


was it here first? we cant be sure

it wasn’t brought  from distant shores


as never had it raised its head

until that gift from land of Vlad


was carried over our threshold

but did this herald something cold


the bearer of an ancient fear

something as of yet unclear


or are we merely in the thrall

of phantoms more explainable

ghosthauntingspiritsvlad the impaler

◄ Devon

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