Adam Mark Explores Abandoned Houses

Adam Mark Explores Abandoned Houses

Adam Mark walks where shadows breathe

With class and expertise in every tread

Wood groans under careful feet

And whispers curl around his head

Candles flare in dusty rooms

Faces linger in cracked frames

He calls the names the dead once spoke

And listens to their amazing claims

Walls remember every scream

Each heartbeat trapped in silent stone

He treads between the now and then

Where spirits wander, not alone

A chair rocks slow in empty light

A door sighs open with his name

He does not startle, does not flee

Each step measured where fear takes hold

The ghosts reveal their fractured pasts

A mother, child, a soldier lost

He writes their tales in trembling ink

Measuring pain the dead have known

Adam Mark leaves, but not quite gone

The houses keep him in their gaze

A bridge between the living world

He often returns to roam their maze once more.

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