HAUNTED HOUSE

The old house stands, an empty shell
It has a tale it craves to tell,
Though all is still from floor to eave,
In my mind I hear it breathe.

Its windows dark are lidless eyes
Within their depths a secret lies,
Its door's a mouth with mirthless grin
It calls to me and draws me in.

The hall is dark and deathly still
I enter in against my will,
The air's so cold it chills my bones
The wind it makes unearthly moans.

I make my way from room to room
Each is filled with empty gloom,
Then noise like laughter fills my ears
And then becomes the sound of tears.

A bedroom door swings open wide
I hear a movement deep inside,
I wish to run, to flee this place
I feel a breath against my face.

An eerie glow lights up the scene
I close my eyes and start to scream,
Ghosts surround me, hem me tight
I know I'll not survive this night.

In dying thus I've joined my hosts
I am just one of many ghosts,
This house's tale I have now heard
An evil death its final word.

The old house stands, an empty shell,
It has a tale it craves to tell.
But don't come in, just walk on by
Or I'll be there....... to help you die.

COPYRIGHT DM PAMMENT 2009