
The night falls quicker than before
As gnarled branches scratch the door
A chill on chill felt everywhere
Bemoans the wind, “I say, who’s there…?”
I cannot keep the torch alight
For mischief wants to play tonight
Phffft, it’s out! Before my eyes!
Yet no one’s here, to my surprise
A bedroom door slams shut down hall
Through cracks a light with ghostly pall
Does shine from room that is quite empty
It’s locked up tight, no key was left me
I know not what might here reside
I only know to run and hide
Should footsteps creak on floor above
Or on my back, feel gentle shove
Tis every year, come cold November
A presence wakes so ill of temper
It causes leaves to curl and die
Shoos birds from trees, away they fly
I fear one day, I’ll fall to harm
In house refusing to stay warm
Yet trapped I am, as winter beckons
My lot in life, to freeze, I reckon
Stay far away from house on hill
Though drawn you are, tis spirit’s will
Be warned beware be on your guard
Turn fast away for path be barred
Hear close your heart for caution’s thrum
For nothing good can this way come…
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