At twelve past three,
When I crossed by a tree.
I came by a jinxed house,
Which further gave my shivery arouse.

It took over my mind,
And made my legs wind.
My eyes popped out,
And throat got loud.

The house had thick-long creepers,
With fiery hot tweegers.
Spider webs covered the castle,
Difficult for mortal's survival.

My legs imperiused me towards the fort,
I felt as if being sanctioned by court.
Poked my head-the scripply pin,
I felt a surge of adrenalin.

With convulsing hands,
I helped the door.
It closed my ends,
And opened the spores.

The interior was macabre,
As if being cursed.
With glittering chandeliars,
And furnishing being worsed.

I took my steps a scant ahead,
To discover the mysteries which led.
The constrain was utmost drilling,
The conscience being bone-chilling.

Suddenly I saw a shadow,
The shadow of fear.
Around the sofa in the corner,
Where my ribs became more sober.

Those eyes were red,
With bloody shots.
As if men is thirsty for water,
And mine blood is their elixirs.

Slowly-creeply-steadily-sweeply,
The shadow started to move to me leisurly,
My jaw broke out leath ,
From continuous quavering of my teeth.

What happened next,
Was beyond my memory.
Nevertheless, my eyes closed at best
And made my body to deep rest.

Since, today I am playing a harp high,
In the heavens anigh!!!

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