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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