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Behind the iron gate she stands
Chateau de Sable, on the shore
memory infused walls of clay
whispering dreamy tales of yore.

Though the gales whip and bluster
Behind the iron gate she stands
Harboring the earthbound specters
who haunt her corridors of sand.

Those who venture for a gander
novice paranormal seekers
behind the iron gate she stands
to delight these wide-eyed peepers.

Spectacled eternal prison
enlightened pilgrims understand
Chateau de Sable holds no light
behind the iron gate she stands.

kat ~ 30 January 2016
(83 Words/Genre: Poetry-Quatern)

Something a little different for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer challenge…a little ghostly tale a la quatern. To read other stories, click HERE.