It's always been claimed that places can be haunted,
uneasiness felt around ancient doors.
Fleeing the skies to settle scores:
undefined figures, strange lights, sounds,
impressions in restless beds
up to those well-rehearsed tricks.
But I met an old man at the dead of day.
He said: perhaps it's us that are haunted,
carrying our burdens to sympathetic rooms,
baring our spirits' woes and wounds
that draws these old adversaries
from dreams in graves and turbulent tombs.