Somewhere Around Midnight of October
In the middle of the moonlit valley,
there stood an old haunted house, all alone.
Weeds and woody vines weaving up its frame,
pulling the old house down with endless groan.
There stood an old haunted house, all alone,
windows broken, and midst of roof caved in
pulling the old house down with endless groan.
Hollow groan gets deeper its tainted sin.
Windows broken and midst of roof caved in,
weeds and woody vines weaving up its frame.
Hollow groan gets deeper its tainted sin.
In the middle of the moonlit valley.
10/3/2019
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