The Second Haunted Hall Poem by Justin Gildow
The Second Haunted Hall
Through the second haunted hall
I'm confronted by dapper dressed vampires
As well as elegantly dressed vampiresses
I can tell they'd love nothing more than to suck
me dry
Dry of my blood
Small chandeliers wait to fall on top of me
While supernatural energy persists in
following me
Though the tables in the back ground are
elegantly dressed in white
They're certainly a sight to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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