Whisperings
...inspired by 'The New Faces' By W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
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