THE WEEPING WOMAN

 

The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

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