Below is the poem entitled The Dead Do Walk which was written by poet
Owens. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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On a dark gloomy street at the very end
across the river close to where the road takes a bend,
there's an old tattered mansion whose splendor was glorious in days of old.
It is said to have been a house of ill repute.
And in the foundation is much hidden gold.
Many a young girl entered that house never to be seen again.
And all the while the secret of the foundation challenged every man.
Year after year it was always said
that all who lived in that house were truly dead!
Some night when you feel a chill run up your spine.
Go to the end of that dark gloomy street
and creep up that hill,
go on that spooky porch, open that creaky door
and see who you'll meet.
Look all around that darkened room
and find the casket that you're laying in.
Then let the foundation of this old haunted house win!!
By Marty Owens
For A Creepy, Scary Haunted House contest
By Constance -My Dear Heart-