Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The House



Haunted

Creaks and groans
Amongst the catacombs
A light sways 
back and forth

Ding Ding 
The chimes ring
The shadows creep
In the door ways

Bang Bang goes the shutters
as the wind mutters
A voice echos 
Through the dark

This house 
With not even a mouse
Haunts 
My very being

Creeps and crawls
On the knolls 
Along my skin
A deep shiver with in

Every night its the same
The same game
Frights me
Till my death

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