Whose knock is it on the haunted door
That startles the moth eating the carpet floor
Whose breath is it that gently disturbs
The spider stitching its meticulous knit work
Whose steps on the dust leave imprints unseen?
Whose whisper is it? To whom does it speak?
Whose scratch is it on the crumbling walls?
What caused that solitary marble vase to fall?
The crashing sound – the air full of fleas
A shadow passes, the house is at peace.
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