Knowledge your walk

The horror of the clouds that hang above the atmosphere below,
Mock the innocent children and so.

Steamed and heated cloudy windows,
Along with gallows with abused pasts.

Creaky floorboards, Torch lit staircase,
Ghostly figures who stalk the moonlight walk.

High pitched screams,
From the deadly bay,
No-one knows what happens from this day.

For those who walk,
Will be known as strangers from the dead,
Will be seen as ghostly figures,
As they walk the lane to their death.