The Haunted Manor

In the heart of the woods, there stands a manor old,

Its walls are cracked, its windows dark and cold,

No one dares to venture near, for they've been told,

That the manor is haunted, by spirits of old.

The wind howls through the halls, with an eerie sound,

As shadows dance on the walls, all around,

The creaking of the floorboards can be heard profoundly,

As the spirits of the manor, stir up the ground.

In the dead of night, when the moon is high,

And the stars are out, in the darkened sky,

The spirits come alive, with a mournful cry,

As they roam the manor, with no one to pry.

The ghosts of the manor, seek revenge,

For the sins committed, by those who would avenge,

So they haunt the living, until their very end,

And the manor remains, a place to apprehend.

So if you ever venture, into the woods so deep,

And come across the manor, where spirits creep,

Remember the warning, and do not dare to sleep,

For the haunted manor, is not for the weak.