Haunted Dreams

Torch light illuminates the chamber.    
The porcelain dungeon...    
     
Lost in darkness.    
Room keeps spinning...    
     
Tearing wakeful memories,    
I awaken from a restless sleep...    
     
In the dungeon there is still creeping    
     
Like piercing eyes watching...    
I feel their gaze    
     
Like wandering spirits voices...    
I hear them whispering    
     
Silent like they're listening...    
But I am now alone.    
     
     
     
     

Written and published by A Nameless Traveler  A.K.A.  -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan