Speak low in this haunted room,
where so many gather to hear.
Listen closely to these whispers,
one among them you may hold dear.

Halls of ghostly encounters,
brushing by like wind in the night.
A wisp here and vanished,
A play of the shadows and light.

Wander softly within them,
windows lighted by only the moon.
So much beyond understanding,
we may all be with them soon.

-Seline