In the higher level of the haunted halls
Dancing spectres dance
While haunted furniture comes to life
Fighting, running, and jumping the best I can
I try to make my way past
Yet the dancing spectres and haunted furniture
seem to have other ideas
The dancing spectres dance, drift, and fly all
around me
While the haunted furniture just chases me
I can tell they all want to attack me
Fighting them all the best I can
I make a wonderful stand
As the dancing spectres disappear
And the haunted furniture is destroyed
After all that
I'm on my own again
At last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........wow great job....the touch of fear and fright is perfect.....pretty sure I'm not going in the haunted house.....