CAMELOT FANTASIES

Counterproductive territory
Being aware of a conspiracy
Humour helps all situations
Laughter heals the soul
Heightened smells increase olfactory
Creeping through the Castles echoing halls
Fear seeps in as the cold air sweeps against my face
They say it's the dead stalking out the place
Giving you a greeting
Subtle whispering
Feel the tingle in your ear
Shiver runs up the spine
The Dead who never crossed
Linger through the walls
Refusing to go to the luminous light
Remained delusional and lost
Assisting them on a soul connection
Higher power has been calling
Follow that bright blinding light
Encouraging loving communication
To ascertain no ones to blame
Let the light help their transportation
To the other side
Euphoric feeling helping the ghosts
Accept their final ride


~ Divine