No Ghosts

there are
no ghosts
the wall,

no spectral
who walk each hall,

whose footsteps step
in time with yours,

no murdered spirits
with ageless scores,

there are no things,
lacking all name
who mold our minds
to shame and same,

there’s nothing here
your soul to borrow,
they’re not here;
you’re gone tomorrow,

for no ghosts hide
beneath these floors,
this strange architecture
which year-to-year stores

the energy of Creation-times,
no creatures remembering
ageless crimes,

perpetuating now,
upon those that breathe
a heart to flame,
a head to seethe,

there are no demons,
never human,
whose language is torture,
and whose acumen

is pain, pain, a whole library
of hurt

running your veins,
never inert.

there’s not,
within this place most haunted
the things by which
most minds are daunted,

there are no spirits in the garden,
there’s nothing that thinks
it owes you

there are no specters,
or shamblers,

no quaint spirits
of murdered gamblers,

there are no souls
within the walls
and that voice
which quietly,
eternally calls,

belongs to no spirit,
nor thing not-of-man,
your head has no veto,
your heart has no ban,

there are no ghosts
and not a single curse;
there’s only me
and I’m far worse.

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Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. You can always pick up his bestselling first novel, "There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN"—or, indeed, his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on Twitter, or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.