There’s a small town down south in Kansas
Following the long narrow roads, you will see
A college with a tall building. The exterior a canvas,
Perfect for its chilling ghost stories.
As people came and went the tales
Spread of our dear Ireland.
Fingers licked the back of necks, exhales
Where heard in between ominous whispers. Making it hard to stand
As door handles trembled and the floorboards creaked
Spine-chilling footsteps were heard on its vast timbered
Flooring. The memories reeked
Of its unnerving inhabitants
The old building never stood so silent.