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There was a gleam in her eye
there was shards of glass in her voice
and as they cut through me to the bone
I tried to scream
but all I could do
was stand there and laugh
in the Witch’s House
last Halloween.
I’m still here,
come see for yourself
I’ll be watching for you
with a gleam in my eye
and I’ll be waiting by the door to
welcome you
with shards of glass in my voice
that will cut you to the bone
because it’s Halloween.
They say that shadows of deceased ghosts
Poem By: Joshua Sylvester
They say that shadows of deceased ghosts
Do haunt the houses and the graves about,
Of such whose life’s lamp went untimely out,
Delighting still in their forsaken hosts:
So, in the place where cruel Love doth shoot
The fatal shaft that slew my love’s delight,
I stalk, and walk, and wander day and night,
Even like a ghost with unperceived foot.
But those light ghosts are happier far than I,
For, at their pleasure, they can come and go
Unto the place that hides their treasure so,
And see the name with their fantastic eye:
Where I, alas, dare not approach the cruel
Proud moment that doth enclose my jewel.
The Witch’s House
The Haunted House
The House of the Dead
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