HAUNTED HOUSE AIR
In any Haunted House comes thrills and chills
Everything happening at will
The enter in with no way out
The sounds of Moans and cracks
Careful stepping in caution
Illusions
Drawing one’s conclusions
The Overtake of one’s soul
The welcome by hungry spirits
A run, but can’t move
One chance
Solely and surely determined
Screams and scare
There’s a beware
Darkness comes and the Moon turns black
Every Haunted House possessed
You alone are the only witness with confess
You can tell if you survive
Who will believe in your tail
The Haunted House is now your tomb
You have reached your Doom
Breeze blow
Finale
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2024
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