A motley ghost

A stitched together spectre

Pieces of lives from long ago

Walking the hallways

Wailing down the staircases

Clank a chain or two in the cellar

Is it man or woman

Wronged wife, murdered child

Head of the house slain in battle

Prisoner starved to death

It is all of these

Shreds of memory

Scraps of former times

It is the heart

Of history and mystery

Etched into the walls

In motley