What Haunts My Halls: A Poem

I have filled my home
with the spirits of the things
I want to preserve,
to save and protect them
from the outside world.
They spin their webs in quiet corners
and haunt all my halls,
safe from the real horrors
that beat and claw at the outside walls.

From my book Gothic Souls.

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