the
old house
held
such dark secrets
in
shadows
they
all lurk
until
the witching hour
to
open my door
the
belief
in
ghosts never held
a
strong hold
within
me
until
the summer night when
I
smelled your perfume
it
was you –
no
doubt in my mind
through
gateways
you
returned
what
it to check up on us
or
just to pass time?
or
maybe
you
felt something dark
taking
hold
in
my mind
your
presence was able to
push
darkness away