So I sauntered
in the street
beneath the tower
so tarnished
and leaning

Here the haunted
words repeat
on every hour
and they persist
devoid of meaning

Somewhere
entrenched
in my inner mind
I know
what it means

In there
I sense
I could find
down below
where time leans

But ghostly wisps
wrap shrouds
around
my terror and fight
to drag me down

The air so crisp
There are no crowds
no sound
to hear and sights
to help me now

You who haunt
my every step
on cobblestone
as I stand here
dreaming

Still you taunt
all thoughts kept
to myself alone
in this fear and
inner screaming

Leave me be
Spirit shadow
as I turn
from your voice
today

Set me free
in moments shallow
and return
to your own noise
far away