CAMELOT FANTASIES

Footsteps echoing through
The castle hall
Clacking against the concrete floor
Feeling a coolness kiss my skin
A slight shiver stirs the little
Hairs on my arms
Stories have been shared
Of ghosts that lurk throughout
These high ceilinged walls
Through wrong doing
These souls feel comfort
And fear the stark white light
It’s been said
They stay behind
Due to unfinished business
Being very aware
Of the cool night air
What seems to be
Or rather feel
A cool hand gliding over my hand
Distinct is the touch
Very real

They say
The mind can be tricked
There’s truth to that
Look at magic
The hand seems quicker
Than the eyes
Absorbed by the mind
Peculiar yet not quite

~ Divine ©️