My gothic castle stands
with spires outstretched
like fingers dipping into
the thunderclouds.
Blue stained-glass
windows for eyes.
Colors of the sea
beam through.
Though in this mind
the light distorts
into something
paradoxical.
Something
hauntingly beautiful.
So I ink the page
with words
that evoke
internal ghosts
within
my readers…









Superb work. Powerful
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Another great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Daniel you are so talented your ghosts will indeed haunt 💕
My internal ghosts are smiling devilishly with delight. Your poem is hauntingly beautiful, Daniel!