Ghosts
By Scott Bailey © 2014
A fitful candleThe scratching
Of a quill
On parchment old
A chill
A shiver
A creeping smile
A glint
Ghosts
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The Nazi
Sat alone in his crowded cell
His ghosts reminded him that they had failed too
“One day. One day….”
Other ghosts waited
A mighty horde
Waiting patiently
For him