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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