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About This Poem
House on Haunted Hill
On the top of a large hill
Fear envelopes, hate carries on
Ghosts play and have a thrill
They live it up on the lawn
People avoid this place until dawn
There are Jack-O-Lanterns by the door
Lit and prowling for the innocent
Smiling and gracefully lying on the floor
Glowing and growling like the indecent
People frown at them, for they aren’t decent
The graveyard surrounds this mansion
Where skeleton dance in merriment
They play with the zombies in succession
The ravens fly with death hell sent
Onlookers run through where they went
They say they house is haunted
Nobody knows, for its unseen
The ghost brings fear undaunted
People have never come and seen
Just what happens on Halloween
Russell Sivey
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