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There stands a house high on the hill

Where howling screams can be heard still

In darkest night by light of moon

Her spirit wanders hoping soon…

Love once stolen with haste returns

Saving her from the fire that burns

Her fragile skin and bones to ash

So he could run with girl and cash

When clock strikes twelve with orb blood red

Her soul lingers where flames were fed

In that old house high on the hill

Her wailing screams can be heard still

© 2012, Dani Heart. All rights reserved.

Dani Heart (46 Posts)


4 Comments

  1. Anya

    It’s so lyrical and evocative of Poe’s atmosphere!

  2. Dani Heart (Author)

    Thank you so much. :)

  3. Dani, you know what realtors say sells – location, location, location. This house is going to be a Really hard sell. So many scary poems this Halloween. I love it! :)

  4. Dani Heart (Author)

    I love halloween poetry. :) Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. xo

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