On this breezy October morn, I walk
in the swift shadows of cloud-cursing rooks,
watching the world wake on the horizon.
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
This is an easy game (suitable for beginners). We will start with a word, and the next word has to begin with the last letter of the previous word.
Words can be repeated, but if we end up in a loop (avoid words ending in x) we will begin a new game.