Remember when you were a kid and you believed the house down the street was haunted. This is worse. Another poem for Halloween. This is 20th I’ve written this month for Halloween.
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Horrible House
16 Oct 2011
The porch is stained
With blood of dead victims
The grass has grown over
The bones of those victims
Up over the mantel
A painting of a rotting woman
In the chair by the hearth
What’s left of her dead husband
The dining table has seven guest
Their head on the plates before them
Death wreaks in this Horrible House
Who has mad this house so dim
In the kitchen something is boiling
Something dark and slimy green
Three pale teen girls are chanting
They a terrible sight to be seen
Their black magic has claimed this house
They take all life into themselves
Keeping them young a long long time
Horrible these girls keep themselves
The house stays shadowy
All the day long
This house people don’t want to see
This house is horribly wrong
What are the girls planning
Inside of this Horrible House
With their evil chanting
Beware this Horrible House
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