Haunted Poem by Doctor Dashaun Snipes

In the depths of night, where shadows creep,
A haunting presence, a secret to keep,
A tale of darkness, of despair and pain,
In this Gothic realm, where souls remain.

Haunted by the echoes of a tormented past,
A ghostly figure, forever trapped, steadfast,
In the cobwebbed corners, where darkness thrives,
A symphony of sorrow, where hope survives.

The moon casts its pallor upon the scene,
A macabre dance, where nightmares convene,
Whispers of anguish, carried by the wind,
In this haunted realm, where darkness has sinned.

Through the misty veil, a specter appears,
A tortured soul, consumed by fears,
Eyes hollow, devoid of light,
In this Gothic noir, where day turns to night.

The walls drip with melancholy tears,
As the haunted spirit lingers, feeding on fears,
A symphony of woe, a mournful tune,
In this Gothic realm, where shadows loom.

The air is heavy, laden with despair,
As the haunted soul wanders, lost in its lair,
A labyrinth of torment, a maze of gloom,
In this Gothic noir, where roses bloom.

The moonlight casts a pall upon the scene,
Illuminating the darkness, where nightmares convene,
Whispers of anguish, carried by the breeze,
In this haunted realm, where sorrow never eases.

The haunted figure, a silhouette of pain,
Trapped in this Gothic realm, where nothing is sane,
A dance with shadows, a waltz with despair,
In this macabre theater, where souls are ensnared.

The walls whisper secrets, long forgotten,
As the haunted spirit roams, forever begotten,
A symphony of sorrow, a requiem of the lost,
In this Gothic noir, where dreams are tossed.

The echoes of the past reverberate through the night,
A haunting melody, a ghostly delight,
In this realm of darkness, where spirits reside,
The haunted soul seeks solace, but never finds.

The moon hangs low, a witness to the pain,
As the haunted figure walks, shackled by chains,
A dance with shadows, a tango with despair,
In this Gothic realm, where anguish is shared.

The walls bleed memories, stained with regret,
As the haunted spirit lingers, unable to forget,
A symphony of woe, a lament for the damned,
In this Gothic noir, where darkness is grand.

The night grows colder, the air thick with dread,
As the haunted soul wanders, alone and unfed,
A labyrinth of torment, a maze of despair,
In this macabre theater, where souls are ensnared.

The moonlight weeps, casting an eerie glow,
As the haunted figure moves, ever so slow,
A dance with shadows, a ballet of pain,
In this Gothic realm, where nothing remains.

The walls whisper secrets, tales of the lost,
As the haunted spirit searches, at any cost,
A symphony of sorrow, a dirge for the forlorn,
In this Gothic noir, where darkness is born.

The night wears on, the haunted soul persists,
In this realm of shadows, where darkness exists,
A dance with demons, a waltz with despair,
In this Gothic realm, where souls are ensnared.

The moon fades away, as dawn breaks the spell,
But the haunted spirit lingers, forever to dwell,
In the depths of this Gothic realm, where darkness prevails,
Haunted by the echoes, where sorrow prevails.


Authorship by Mr Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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