Abandoned house of cobwebs

Haunted and old.

Walk past,

Quicken your pace

In the dead of the night


What happened here?

Who can tell?


Sighs embrace the unwary

And whisper dread secrets


Once every year

A glow appears

Behind broken windows


Wispy forms glimmer

In the moonlight

And invite you to dance

The black cockerel sings

And the black fiddler plays

Will you last the night?



© HMH, 2018

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