Alan L. Winters

HALLS OF WOOD AND STONE

I walk through halls of wood and stone
As many more had walked before.
The stone so cold, so unforgiving;
Smooth and warm, the wood still living.
And now and then the stairs still creek
Before the morning light.
And I wonder as I lie in bed
Who still walks these halls by night.

©Copyright February 3, 2003 by Alan L. Winters

Submitted for the October 2006 IWVPA Theme Project, “Halloween”