Its Haunted


The phantom paws of the lighted toss
The giggling smile of the unwanted vile
Fills the room in a terrific mood
It's ghastly saying good bye!

The unpleasant feelings of the lonely staying
In the old mad house of the flaws
It's warning again and again
" Do not enter , if you don't want to loss".

The sounds are silent
As per though whispering
A gentle wind blows through the window
Leaving a sudden fear with fluttering

The floor is with cold clot
Facing the shadows of the same plot
Its slowly turns to the blurry figure
Rocking on the chair of the dead pleasure

The footsteps are to and fro
The annoying movements are too slow
The lighted lamp turns down its flame
And the darkness is accountable for the blame.

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