Shadows dancing

Shadows Dancing on the walls (My night trip into the abandoned)

When the sun disappears, into the dark of night.
Ghost comes out, and dance in the moonlight.
Shadows gliding, and climbing the walls.
bodiless voices, whisper in the halls.
Moon shining through the window pane, lights the way.
For all the ghost of the night, to come out and play.
The ghostly stream, illuminates the stairs,
as the spirits of the house, are unaware.
A woman is descending the, winding, staircase,
Slender, elegant, with beauty and grace.
You can look right through her, nothing is there.
If you find her eyes, just a blank stare.
If you listen real close, you might hear a chatter.
Is it the wind blowing the tin roof, that causes the clatter?
They say that your mind plays tricks on you,
All the shadows and noises misconstrued.
Just remember, when it is dark outside.
You see and hear things, you can’t verify.
If you venture into this home, in the dark of night.
You may just leave in bit of a fright. ©Tammy Sullivan2015


It is amazing how things are so different when you go exploring at night.  Things seem to be lurking behind every door.   It is amplified when you can’t clearly, see what is there.
Just another day in my travels.