The Specter

In the attic of an abandoned home Lives a fearsome specter who shrieks and moans. He breaks the windows and rattles chains, The house shudders and quakes sitting on its frame. He’s covered in cobwebs, and smells of must He waits at the window gathering dust. All through the neighborhood you can hear The wails of the specter year after year. The children tell stories of this horrid home And the ghost in the attic unable to roam, He waits at the window, though no one can see, For someone to notice and set him free.