and now the voices start
those grody sounds that stop your heart
beneath the floor within the walls
the precedent for dull footfalls
calling to us one by one
with no clear sight of saint or villain
a spectral round of hide and seek
directed by a floorboards creak
each time we search there’s nothing there
but of this guest we’re so aware
was it here first? we cant be sure
it wasn’t brought from distant shores
as never had it raised its head
until that gift from land of Vlad
was carried over our threshold
but did this herald something cold
the bearer of an ancient fear
something as of yet unclear
or are we merely in the thrall
of phantoms more explainable
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