Roses Haunted House

In the middle of the night they squeak and squeak, A house enchanted by the past evil of ROSE cannibal The tormenting souls sway the air grasping for hair, A tiny piece to finish her hairdo for people to glare. Darkness rents as the building sings an unfamiliar tune, The rotten wood fluting there wind into an Beethoven tune, Rose awakes from slumber to crush her new stumblers, The ghost of eve rose pampered like cream that screams, Howls that stop the beating heart to mere plucks of strings, The new stumblers awakened by the cry of unexplainable things, A Grimm to be a new being in him the king of the haunted crib, They sweat,he swears no harm to them,he dares but hes scared, Mute of silence encroaches the vacuum like a cave all are enslaved, Then a halt of pace and a scream from the king they all believed, Rose a cannibal lusts for blood to relieve her soul thirsty of love, Deprived by love from man she loved eaten to bits piece by piece, Now she bellies her lust with fear tears a heart to mend her own, Now she deprived a family just like hers till the next one to call her own.