o can't you see the martyr in the rafters

strung up just how she begged us to

in lights of gold, silver, and blue

o can't you hear her calling out to you

she waits, broken and longing

for you

she heard the call

of our lord

and walked along the boards

he plans ahead

the termites' nest

the rotting wood

underfoot

some looked up

her beauty was unmatched

a part of the play?

no, they say, nay, but too late

to the ground she crashed

they looked upon her broken form

she whispered in a gurgling gasp

"Hang me from the rafters."

"Your Elizabeth is gone;"

"I

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Norwegian violinist, composer, conductor. 1840 - 1911

Born 30 September, 1840 in Christiania (now Oslo), Johan Severin Svendsen grew up in a musical environment as his father was a military bandmaster and music teacher. Certainly by age nine he already had shown some talent, having learned the violin well enough to be playing in local orchestras, and he joined a military band at fifteen. By the time he finished his schooling he was touring as an orchestral violinist. It was during

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Now gather once more, for there's more yet to tell,
Of a ghost kind untethered from its final death knell.
It is whispered in shadow and in corners of lore,
Of a spirit which lingers for love, evermore.

This fourth kind of ghost does not care where they died,
Nor care for the home that they once lived inside.
They guard not their grave, nor their burial mound,
But near somebody cherished, this ghost will be found.
For…