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Twilight Eyes
Eyes the color of twilight hours, looks down from a canvas throne. Captured for an eternity, her languid form, in repose. Queen of all she surveys, within these crumbling walls. Moth eaten Brocade, silk spider's web. Marble stairs and dank halls. Once the matriarch of a dynasty, that lived beneath this roof. She still exerts her own will, as watches, uncaring, aloof. She is within the very mortar, that binds these ancient stones. Her blood is on the very air, that chills you to the bone. The floors and she are now as one. Listen! You can hear her footsteps. There within the mournful wind, hear her laughter where she once slept. The ballroom still hosts soiree's. Muted music of bygone years play. While in the South Rose parlor, you can feel her pull take sway. She will conjole and pout, until you agree to stay. Then she'll lead you to the cellar, where all her guests must pay. These windows, on a stormy night, show shadows walking by. Tattered curtains fall into place, while evil hides from prying eyes. But do not feed the impulse, to enter and investigate. For within these walls, her spirit dwells and for fresh blood, she lies in wait. Paula Swanson For the contest: A Creepy, Scary, Haunted House Poem, Please Sponsored by Constance La France Placement: 2nd
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