Haunted house poem
Category: Blogging
Current mood:  imaginative

The walls are cracked and crumbling, 
And the garden's not been kept. 
So much dust now coats the bed, 
In which they both once slept. 
The house has been abandoned, 
By its former living hosts. 
And yet so many neighbours, 
Say it's haunted by their ghosts. 
They died in tragic circumstance, 
It's told in local lore. 
The wife fell down the stairs, 
And bled to death upon the floor. 
Her husband in his grieving, 
Couldn't bring himself to cope. 
And in the attic hung himself, 
With stoutly hempen rope. 
Although the house is empty now, 
The neighbours soundly swear. 
That wicked ghostly moaning, 
Nightly, emanates from there. 
As well, the sound of creaking wood, 
And strange disturbing light. 
Their tragic memory causes fear, 
Not pity at their plight. 
So shun this tragic house of death, 
That's what was said to me. 
If a house is really haunted, 
It is best to let things be.