The Most Haunted Mansion
Keep away don’t go near. It’s a killer don’t be a victim
The Most Haunted Mansion
The mansion stands,
no birds fly there.
Windows blind,
doors forever shut.
Ivy crawls like veins,
the roof bows heavy.
No one living dares go in,
the dead roam free.
The hall echoes with cries,
children lost to fever and fire.
Their small feet run the stairs,
their laughter cuts sharp.
In the cellar dark,
a woman sobs.
Hands bloody from clawing,
eyes hollow with grief.
Rooms hold secrets,
mirrors show shadows.
Figures move unseen,
clocks tick backward.
Candles die with no wind,
doors slam with no hand.
Those who stayed too long,
never came out again.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Scary, spooky and downright frightening. Miss Marie, you should turn this poem into a Halloween story. Good job.