The Eye of the Storm

Noisy ghosts and
demonic hosts
Rearrange it all.

There’s a scratching in my wall.

There’s glass on the floor.

Love has died at my front door.

Until tomorrow’s fall.

My heart is so poor,
Just a start and I’ll be gone.

To join the ghosts that lurk these halls.

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