Analysis of The Ghost Draft

In the dead of night, when the world is still X
And the moon hangs low in the sky, A
There's a draft that creeps through the old house walls X
As if from a spirit passing by. A
It starts in the attic, where shadows loom, B
And whispers echo in the air, C
A chill that sets your bones a-tingling D
And makes you feel that someone's there. C
Through the creaky floorboards it slowly descends X
With a haunting, eerie sigh, A
And makes its way through each darkened room B
As if searching for something high. A
The ghost draft, they call it, in this old house, E
For no mortal could create such a thing, D
A presence that lingers, intangible yet real X
And leaves behind a shiver and a sting. D
It plays with the curtains, rustles the sheets, X
And dances with the flickering flames, F
A mischievous spirit with a mischievous glee X
That no one can see, but everyone claims. F
Some say it's the ghost of a long lost love, X
Who wanders these halls in eternal despair, C
Others believe it's the soul of a child X
Whose innocence was stolen by a nightmare. C
But no one knows for sure the truth X
Of this ghostly, chilling draft, G
For some things in this world are best left X
To mystery, and never be solved or laughed. G
It's said that on a full moon night H
When the wind howls like a long lost friend, I
The ghost draft grows stronger, as if to say X
It will never leave this house, until the very end. I
It guides the moonbeams through broken panes X
And casts a spell on all who sleep, J
A trance-like state that pulls them in K
To a world of secrets, dark and deep. J
And in this trance, they see it all, X
The memories of this old house, E
The joys and sorrows, the love and loss, L
That linger within, like a haunting spouse. E
They see the family, who built this home, X
With laughter and love, and dreams so bright, H
But also the tragedies that they faced, X
And the ghost draft that came with the night. H
And as the night drags on, the draft grows strong, X
A whirlwind of emotions, unseen, X
Until finally, with the break of dawn, M
It fades away, like a never-ending dream. X
The house stands silent, the draft now gone, M
But the memories linger, like a ghost's last breath, N
And those who have felt the presence of the draft, G
Know that this old house is more than just a house, but a living death. N
For no one can escape the ghost draft's hold, X
Once it has set its sights, O
And those who enter this old house, E
Beware of its chilling bites. O
But for those who see beyond the fear, X
And embrace the draft with open arms, P
They'll find a beauty in its haunting ways, X
And see the house in all its charms. P
So if you ever find yourself in this old house, E
And feel a draft that chills you to the bone, Q
Remember the spirits that reside within, K
And let them guide you to the unknown. Q
For the ghost draft is more than just a draft, G
It's a doorway to another world, R
A world of secrets, love, and loss, L
That will forever remain unfurled. R

Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes S
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