Ain’t Frit

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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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