The Haunted House.

Determined, brave, head held high,
I entered no-mans land.
I turned upon the threshold
and shook my dear friends`hand.
`Have no fear for me`,said I,
`For I myself have none,
I`ll see you in the morning,
at the rising of the sun`.

I looked around the big old house
as dusk began to fall,
At all the creeping shadows
climbing high upon the wall.
`Poor house,`said I, `Tis such a shame,
you must live here all alone,
When `tis only mans` irrational fear,
that stops you being a home`.

To my consternation
I heard a mans voice say
`You`re wrong my friend, this is my home,
but I welcome you to stay`
As the ghost appeared before me
cold fear gripped hard my heart.
I bowed and said, `I th th...thank you sir,
but I really must depart.

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