Apparitions in the Aisles
A poem that weaves a haunting narrative of spectral presences lurking within the silent, storied confines of a seaside library, where history whispers through the shadows.
Amidst rows of forgotten lore,
where salted air creeps through cracked doors,
The whispers of the ocean's breath,
weave through tales of life and death.
In this haven of silent screams,
reality blurs into dreams,
As shadows cling to ancient beams,
in the library that time redeems.
With each step, the floorboards moan,
in this crypt of word and stone,
The air hangs heavy, a chill to the bone,
in the quiet, we're never truly alone.
Cobwebs lace the tattered spines,
as moonlight through broken windows shines.
Illuminating signs, in the dust,
of those who've crossed forbidden lines.
In the stillness, a figure wades,
through the mist of forgotten decades.
A spectral warden of the glades,
its presence in the dimness invades.
Guiding through the maze of shelves,
where stories whisper to themselves.
It leads to secrets that the heart delves,
where the essence of horror dwells.
Beneath the moon's ethereal glow,
the restless tide ebbs and flows,
Echoing the fate that the ghostly guide knows,
in the depths where darkness grows.
Here, where the sea's song is nigh,
the past and present softly sigh.
In the library by the shore,
where spirits roam forevermore.
© Eric Montgomery, 20-Feb-2024