The Haunting

• Lucinda Drabsch, Grade 7, Alfred Deakin High School
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

Where hinges creak in doorless chambers
And paintings come alive
Welcome to your nightmare I hope that you survive
Walk past the armour silver in its stand
Watch out for the bloody axe dancing in his hand
Walk past the stuffed lion, torture in its eyes
Is it just the lighting or are those tears he cries?
The statues are solid but watch them carefully
Watch their cracked lips wounded from the past, are they trying to you something maybe
The graves, the ghosts you wander by whispering to you
Do you ever listen to what they're trying to get
through?
Our hearts are cold, our minds are set
And all we have is no regret
Until we can't stop it anymore
All we have is on the floor
What have we become?