I am Afraid Of Celastrina Echo

I Oh, fear - our guardian, our protector
II or shoe sole which tramples our dreams?

III What are you afraid of?
IV What do you see through the keyhole?
V Ghosts are sleeping among coffee mugs, left in a sink overnight,
VI Ghosts behind faded curtains trying to seek or to hide
VII They're watching trapped blue butterfly
VIII beating its wings against window

IX I enter the room and ask them to leave,
X Holly Blue is enough to feed my fear.