The Haunted House
The Haunted House
Ravaged by the winters passed
Heart ripped out, left to cold
Peeling paint, windows smashed
What secrets does the old house hold
On many nights can be seen
Behind the curtains rotting lace
Spirits of those caught between
This world and their resting place
Is said that many years ago
A maniac went mad in there
And in the mayhem he let flow
The family now haunt in despair
Soon the building will be gone
A new home on the site we’ll see
The ghosts will not be moving on
Forever locked in tragedy.
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