Antique Deja Vu

antiquity bekons from hollowed halls dust packed corners and web covered walls untold pains and unrivaled passion wearing ones heart on sleeve is in fashion i glance through with recollection for passionless lives of yore ghostly images abound at twilight uneasy feelings lead to fright squeaky doors and creaking floors silent howls from the moors in days of yore unfitted sheets to fitted feelings of before from castle lore to days of yore i remember as if it were the day before or is it antique deja vu and nothing more.