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The Haunting

A dark fog kills the growing plants
and puts you deep into a trance.
The trees stand tall with watching eye,
Its branches make your blood run dry.
A breeze touches the forest land
reaching out a haunting hand.
An eerie whisper can be heard
warning of the evil stirred.
The wind carries death upon its back
ready and waiting to attack.
There comes a wailing in the night,
A rising up of a ghostly sight.
This dark spirit in search of prey
possesses you in every way.
Goosebumps and a sudden chill,
a gasp for air and time stands still.
Screams rise up into the air
from the burn of a steady glare.
The demon torments from inside
where there is no run and hide.
Terror rips into your heart
and in fear your soul depart.


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The Haunting

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