A cold, hollow, wind blows through the old house,
The walls creak eerily as the wind chimes play a sorrowful tune,
Rain as cold as the ice on neptune,
Blows through broken windows,
A small mouse scurries away, seeking shelter from the storm,
Many years has passed since the Sullivan family became deceased,
A horrible storm, just as this,
Could only lead to a terrible fate,
Some say the family's souls... spirits, if you will, still wander this lonesome house,
Staring across the street, people shudder and shut their blinds,
Once a lovely family,
Now frightening everyone who passes by,
No one bothering to take a second glance at the sad story of the Sullivan family.
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Free Style Poems That I Wrote
PoetryI got bored so here's some free style poetry that I wrote, I'm not Shakespeare so don't expect me to be the greatest
