A spooky one to go with this: From The ShadowsThe ghosts within the room quaver to theOutside of periphery,Blending within the shadows. They wait Silent of the screenThey await my passingIn forgotten roomsSilent but for a passing Moon. Over books And broken horses.Shadow dust, GhostsWithin the wall VibrateTheir inner mantra,Turning in dreams of dust. M.O.Chrysanthemums chatterTo the blind moon lispingOver the city where Junkies and LoversEmbrace their torn Heartbeats to a nightDevoid of stars. Another TownJewel pink ponyFrozen in your scream.Studded blue carnival Adornments. Your mutedAgony goes on forever.Moving in circles,Endless circles.While your painted eye Stares into the blindnessOf the sun. By TJ STRUSKA