The House On Shady Hill Poem by Dwayne Rankin

They said that house was haunted;
The one on Shady Hill.
Desolate, unwanted;
alone it stood so still.

It looked to be deserted,
Seen on that shadowed night.
So dark and so perverted,
Within that eerie light.

Within that ghostly outline,
Of the half moon's chilling glow.
And with its haunting weird dark shine;
The horrors all did grow.

In wanting then to see if true;
I walked into that gloom.
Into where ghostlycold winds blew;
T'was there I met my doom.

They said this house was haunted;
Yes haunted by the dead.
But me, my heart then vaunted;
I was soon immersed in dread.

My bravery was shredded;
My pride and strength undone.
My arrogance regretted;
My hope was all but gone.

By fear I then was taken;
Removed from any light.
To never more awaken;
Now bound by endless night.

Yet still I roam those hallways;
In terror and in strife.
As I moan in pain and gaze;
Tow where once I lived my life.