Cast. - (( POEM OF GHOSTS. -- TW. DARK. DEATH.))

Do you hear them? - Their cries, cast by the wind.

Do you see them? - Their mournful shadows, cast by the trees.. 

Over your window,

Late at night,

When the moon hits it.. just right.

There, dancing across your wall, figures of horror - terror and all.

Did you pass it off, as just the tree? With no leaves, dying and decaying it goes.

Just another shadow.

Surely not ghosts?

Do you hear them? - Their screams, of agony, cast by the birds that carry on in fright.

Do you see them? 

In the dead of night,

When the time is... just right.

A shadow.

A figure.

A being of the night.

It trudges through the dark, and is gone in a bite.

What was that?

A hair, perhaps, stuck in my eye? 

Or was it the wandering sight..

Of a soul lost, to the night?

Taken from it's life, to early.. too soon,

left with it's own, wrongly doom.

A spirit so weary.. so forgotten,

even it's grave, has long gone rotten. 

These spirits, we call them lurkers.

Left to wonder, with no true purpose.

Close your curtains.

Switch off your lights.

Close your eyes.

Pray tonight.

Stay in bed, and don't lift your head..

When the night is right...

They're all there.