Worn and tired haunted house
Full of doubts and fears
The ghosts of whispered demons
Fall on unsuspecting ears
They speak in tongues that no one knows
Ancient lyric on the wind
A cold refrain full of disdain
For all of mortal sin
Abandoned long and left to fall
Its shutters nailed tight
A lonely ruin on a hill
Secluded out of sight
No love remains to hold the form
No laughter echoes loud
No roaring fire keeps it warm
The air itself has fouled
Collapsing soon the house will fall
No loss for anyone
Heed the ancient voices call
Don't look back and run
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