Deep in the woods, stands a house so grand,
But none will enter, for it's haunted land.
Its windows boarded, the shutters tight,
The haunted mansion, gives us a fright.
On All Hallows' Eve, the moon is bright,
And the mansion comes alive, with a ghostly sight.
Shadows lurk, and whispers grow,
As the winds of the night, start to blow.
The creaking door, swings open wide,
As we step inside, with fear and pride.
The floors do groan, and the stairs do creek,
As we wander on, with heartbeats so weak.
The portraits on the wall, follow our gaze,
And the candles flicker, with an eerie blaze.
The ghosts they dance, to an eerie tune,
As we watch in awe, beneath the moon.
But as the night draws to a close,
We must leave the mansion, and end our woes.
For the ghosts will stay, in the haunted hall,
Until the next All Hallows' Eve, when they'll once again call.
So beware the mansion, and its ghostly fame,
And if you enter, don't forget its haunting name.
For on All Hallows' Eve, the mansion comes alive,
And the ghosts they haunt, till the morning light.
-new king
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