The Haunted House, a poem by Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia at Spillwords.com
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The Haunted House

The Haunted House

written by: Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia

@AmitaPaulIAS

 

That house imposing but in ruins
Mosses darkening each window frame
Menacing thoughts of hiding bruins
Autumn tinder awaits a flame

Victorian rococo baroque
Black-capped turrets and windows too
Eerie as ringing midnight stroke
Of antique clock with hands askew

Cobwebs on cobwebs knit with leaves
And twigs and insects and dust
Creepers grown leafless on the eaves
Their vines clinging to rot and must

Autumn inflaming trees and plants
That in neglected wildness grow
To whom Nature its bounty grants
To burn in auburns’ ere the snow

What hearse awaits the sodden path
Of drenched grey stone scattered with leaves
Tawny red-orange a bloodbath
And more in wait standing in sheaves?

What dread coffin waits at the door
Dark and ominous up flagstones
where Hell itself is the black floor
and where a tortured Wind now groans?

Ah, dread that night when graves shall yawn
And livid turn this cursed scene!
Await in fear O Human Pawn
The awful night of Halloween!

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