Manifest

Dusty stairs leading to the attic

Cobwebs and spider legs

Creaky wood deafens the ears

Halloween night

Sheer white sheets with eye cutouts

Scary ghouls,

Monstrous to the core

With blood dripping onto the viewer's skin

Ghosts, they say

But another kind say angels

Ones who dress in white of purity

Not horror or evil

Gold rings above the ears

That lead the way into the light

And appear when manifested

From the light during birth

They follow you on your journey until the light to the afterlife

Protecting, not scaring

Not in the form of poltergeists

But in the people that we love the most