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Chilling Tales

The Haunted Mansion

by Bobette Bryan 1998

Dusty halls of maddened gloom
Thick in the air
Like Death’s perfume,
Shadows, black, and bilious cracks,
Sinking, slinking, and silently weeping;
An air of desolation and doom
Empty rooms of grim despair;
Silent and cold
December air.
Still and gray with hideous decay,
Moaning, groaning, and carefully honing,
Illusions of yesterday’s fare.
Musty trails of secret tales,
A place where death
And blackness dwells,
Old and Brown, mystery abounds,
Haunting, daunting, patiently waiting,
For new found souls to steal.




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  1. on November 4, 2015 at 9:55 am
    Augustus wrote:

    Good poem. I certainly love this site. Keep up the good work.

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