The First Haunted Hall Poem by Justin Gildow

The First Haunted Hall



Through the first haunted hall
Ghostly hounds prowl and zombie stalk
with their arms and hands in the air
Statues on display seem to serve a purpose
What that is
I have no idea

Large columns are decorated with tattered
red cloth
Axe men remain stationary
While attacking as well

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Justin Gildow

Justin Gildow

Washington, PA
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