Oh the dreaded old house
Horrors wrapped inside
Windows shutting and opening
Black ivies climb the wall
The carpet becomes a tongue
Ready to roll you inside
The door opens as a mouth
Leading you to the death trap
The windows with its evil eyes
Will burn you down
The garden has become quicksand
Pulling you inside
The lamps and the lights
Putting off your life's light
The basement churns and churns
Ready to digest you inside
The chimney smokes daily
Smokes the remaining bone and meat
Dreaded old house
The horrors unleashed
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