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haunting game
Unseen things,
That go bump in the night,
Lost spirits,
That cause such a fright.
Some call them spectors,
Others simply ghosts,
For their haunting game,
We are the hosts.
They are only defending,
What was once theirs,
The level of intrusion,
To which nothing compares.
They only want peace,
To be left alone,
To have their own place,
They can call home.
I don't see why people fear them,
They're really quite tame,
They only want us to play,
Their haunting game.
That go bump in the night,
Lost spirits,
That cause such a fright.
Some call them spectors,
Others simply ghosts,
For their haunting game,
We are the hosts.
They are only defending,
What was once theirs,
The level of intrusion,
To which nothing compares.
They only want peace,
To be left alone,
To have their own place,
They can call home.
I don't see why people fear them,
They're really quite tame,
They only want us to play,
Their haunting game.
Published 28th Jun 2012
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