I float about the castle as the clock chimes six.

Students begin to roam the castle,

Wondering what is being served in the great hall.

Gliding through the wall to take a peek.

Unfortunately, I cannot eat

Nor can I sleep

It’s the curse I am bestowed upon

ever since I died

I cannot recall how long I have been undead,

Or the last time I slept in a warm bed.

I miss the delicate taste of good marmalade,

Orange, lemon, grapefruit, and lime spreads

The students finish their filling meal,

Rushing to class.

Then I wander the maze of hallways,

Never ending,

Yet so very familiar and Comforting. 

I pass by portraits in a pattern,

Having brief conversations to pass the long time.

I float in the vast library,

Using the quiet room for thinking,

Mainly about

The wonders of life and death and all

things inbetween.

The idea that us ghosts are dead and undead,

Both at the same time, it is quite odd.

A strange concept that if you ponder for too long, 

You might just die for a second time

The clock strikes noon and the students

Are not in class.

For lunchtime has come, only to pass.

The halls empty.

I am left to do my routine all over again.

It hurts to see the student’s pass

Without a wave or a hello to reassure me

That I actually do exist 

I really don’t mind, but sometimes

It gets to me 

dinner ceases, night starts. I float up-

The day repeats.