and poked into the crevices, that were so quiet and still
The spiders webs were heavy, with their bounty for the day
I found some stairs that spiraled up, and in circling, lost my way
I saw a door that was rusted shut, The time had not been fair,
since it had seen life wandering 'round, the steep and spiraled stair.
I pounded on the iron door, in hopes that it would give
The rust was falling off in flakes, as I pounded to get in.
All at once, the door gave way, and in the room I fell
I stopped just short of what would seem, to be a deep old well.
As I looked down, into the depths, a film began to rise
It wavered and it floated there, before my frightened eyes.
I sat as I was petrified, and watched it, as it rose
'Come follow me" it said to me, this smoky, filmy, Ghost.
"I can't", I said, "I cannot move, I don't know what to do"
Just take my hand, it said to me, and I was pulled into the room.
The room was in the tower of the castle on the hill
The Ghost had died there long ago, and haunts the halls there, still
I found my way down once again, I walked the spiraled stairs.
I wish to visit often, as the Ghost will still be there.