Supernatural

Profound are the whispers

Of this one haunted house

Hearing dead walk in halls

Scaring the smallest mouse

Paranormal as they may be

Are neither evil nor nice

Stuck between realms

They continue existing

I discovered their names

From the houses listing

With huge deviant demands

They keep on persisting

My absolute silence overheated

In sheer horror born of fear

They call and beckon for me

To come yet closer and near

As the only thing frozen cold

Are my feet and my icy tear

Screeches and loud groans

Of these departed unwilling

The intensity of their moans

Run wild and bone chilling

Yet only shadows can be seen

Dispersing along my ceiling

Along with the entire history

Their secrets of life are buried

Scattered along these hall walls

Many fly fast though as hurried

As I lay in my bed so paralyzed

While pretending I am not worried

Playing tricks and hiding stuff

Opening the cabinets and doors

When nothing is in sight though

Hearing eerie footsteps on floors

With no evidence of the culprit

Just sickening smell of repulse

Firmly believing they are dead

Only knowing by steady watch

Supernatural are these beings

Accepting totally that much

Glimpsing just their shadows

Oh so near yet cannot touch

Afloat they spread not in colour

Only shades of black and grey

Coexisting life they have lived

Dreadfully repeating every day

Our vivid presence, this instant

Surrender to the light, I pray

Presenting to them an open window

So they will take this final flight

Lost as they are looking eternally

For this radiant one tunnel of light

Channelled by me they sure can leave

Though only if I believe, they might

Let go these mortal needless worries

Duties, obligations of souls dread

Do not be bothered worrying anymore

About tiding up your house or bed

And simply go into the light my dear

As you are now not living but dead