There's a spectre in the tower,
Rattling chains at the midnight hour.
Maniacal screams pierce the night,
Putting all passing by to flight.
The tower stands lonely on the hill,
With dead trees crackling all around.
And the wind blows with unearthly chill,
In the graveyard just outside of town.
Many a night if you pass by,
You will hear his tortured cries.
Rattling his chains for all to hear,
Filling every heart with fear.
Nobody knows who he is, or was,
Nobody dares come by the tower.
They only know that for years he has,
Rattled his chains at the midnight hour.
10/09/10 Alton Texas
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