Inside the walls of my citadel's keep, i wander haunted halls and rooms, broken images of continuous life flashing light randomly around, an epileptic's nightmare, beamed in from beyond, playing dangerous paranoid games with my mind.
My grandfather's apparition stalks me silently, inching to the couch, guarding the bathroom, verifying the existence of gravity behind door number three, on the bed.
He approaches!!
SQUEAK-SQUEAK!!...RATTLE!!...
(Darth Elder and his walker)
SQUEAK-SQUEAK!!...RATTLE!!...
i evade his ghost of Christmas' passed, darting to the porch and in another entry door. Each time i look up, his spector stands frozen in silhouette, spurring my adrenal response, yet only imperceptibly creeping, ever closer...
SQUEAK-SQUEAK!!...RATTLE!!...
He is everywhere! EVERYWHERE!!!
Frozen in time at various locations, practicing being dead on his bed, re-living the now, back then in his head, inside my head!!
There is only one solution. i have spoken to the others: no Christmas tree this year, we will wrap grandfather in colored lights and garland, and help him celebrate life in style.