Haunted
A nightmare, a living hell,
An echoed cry, a whisper in the well.
A ghostly wind, a creaky stair,
A black figure, a haunted air.
An empty mansion, a low growl,
A dusty chill, a midnight howl.
An endless night, a new moon,
My heart is haunted, death will come soon.
Copyright © Emily Schaffer | Year Posted 2012
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