I walk in a house full of gloom.
Everywhere I go
Shadows and darkness bloom.
I feel a shiver go down my spine.
I feel a presence but no ones behind.
I freeze in place as I hear a sound.
But when I turn
Theres nothing to be found.
The deeper I go the more I can hear her sing.
As I realize I'm being haunted by the ghost from the ring.
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That Time Of Year
PoetryA short or long rhyme describing a movie I watched or have not watched with music that inspired me to write it. Most of the time I do have an idea of what the movie is about.
