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Night is dark, hallow and scary

Moon is dim in unknown murky

Those trees sway and bent as if someone hasn’t mercy

Blood is uproar with dreadful prophecy.

This place is so bizarre and uncomfortable

The air is cold and howling like wolves in miserable

There are crying ladies trembling and screaming behind

And the Aztecs collecting creatures impossible to sight.

Abandoned sanctuary and haunted houses were created

Monsters, witches and sorcerers are there to imitate and hide

The bats are flying freely in ceiling of cenotaph

While men are killing in violence and rough.

So if one can see a house made of bricks

Please look at the window in the attic quick

In there, one can see someone odd and freak

A girl with bloody face and gunshots at risk…

4/07/’14