Treochair Poem☘️ No.6 – Haunted House in the Mist

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The banshee's
blood-curdling cries cut the air
as her soulful sobs and pleas.

Fall on ears
that are defiantly deaf
dreading death until mist clears.

Day dawns, dark
night and it's phantom fears makes
them feel fanciful yet calm.

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©LeighBeckman/Haunted House in the Mist