Haunted Echoes of War

Go! Teenage hands on the board, candlelight dim. Shadows flicker,

walls hum with him. Speak to us, soldiers of a house once torn.

But silence answers, their call forlorn. Fingers twitch, the planchette stalls. No whispers rise,

no echo calls. The air feels ever thick with

dread. Yet no voice stirs from the long time dead.

Ghosts of the forgotten war, their battle cries, forevermore.

But who will hear? Who will fight? In the shadow

of the haunted light. Grandfather stirs in his hollow