We explored a haunted jail
filled with spirits of the past
within old walls of metal
their bad bodies had been cast.
The night was hot and humid
but our ardor to explore
wasn’t dampened in the least
by tall tales of blood and gore.
We whispered to the ghosts
though they were quiet and calm
perhaps, they wanted prayers
or the silence of a psalm.
Our questions were ignored
but we saw the flashlights flicker
it might’ve been an off-night
where they disappeared to bicker.
We once heard running feet
on the ceiling far above
but there was no one there
nor the rustle of a dove.
If the felons learned their lessons
and there is eternal proof
during our next excursion
we’ll further search and sleuth.