Hollow Echoes Of The Night.

This poetry describes the effect and impact on one stuck in the haunted mansion.

In the hollow echoes of the night,
Where shadows dance in the pale moonlight.
A tale is spun, a story unfolds,
Of haunted hearts and secrets untold.

Through creaking doors and winding halls,
The silent whispers and distant calls.
The spirits linger, they refuse to fade,
In the haunted mansion where they've stayed.

A chilling breeze, a sudden fright,
A flickering candle, the only light.
The specters roam, they seek release,
In the quiet corners where they find peace.

A ghostly figure in a mirror's reflection,
A haunting melody, a lost connection.
The echoes of laughter, a distant cry,
In the haunted mansion where memories lie.

A spectral dance in the midnight hour,
A fading scent of a wilted flower.
The phantoms persist, they refuse to die,
In the haunted mansion where shadows lie.

A hushed whisper, a sudden chill,
A tale of love, a test of will.
The spirits linger, they yearn for rest,
In the haunted mansion, they are guests.

In the hollow echoes of the night,
In the haunted mansion, bathed in moonlight.
A tale is spun, a story is told,
Of haunted hearts and secrets of old.

Through creaking doors and winding halls,
In the haunted mansion, the specter calls.
In the echoes of the night, they find release,
In the haunted mansion, they find peace.

Written By,
Ivan Edwin Pen Name--Maximus.

Author's Note

It's a horror thriller poetry for the Halloween 🎃

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very good rhyming and pacing in this one. My guess is the mansion is a metaphor for the human consciousness, where all manner of phantoms lurk, if they are allowed to.