Fright and horror ruled the night,
Within that house of crumbling stone,
Where shadows swirled with dread and fright,
And chilling whispers, all alone.
The hearth, once warm, now cold and still,
Had seen the darkened spirits roam,
Their blast a chill, their presence ill,
Made mortal hearts a haunted home.
In faded tapestries of old,
Where spectral eyes gazed from their frame,
Fright and horror did unfold,
Their stare was a harbinger of shame.
Through moonlit panes and misty gloom,
A figure roamed with spectral grace,
Its eyes aglow, a foreboding doom,
Its silent steps a grim embrace.
Fright and horror held their sway,
As echoes moaned through hollow halls,
Where time and dread had lost their way,
And shadows clung to ancient walls.
In every scrape, in every groan,
A tale of fear was sharply drawn,
Where once was light, now dark is sown,
And glimmer’s truth is nearly gone.
A portrait hung of mournful hue,
Its subject lost, a fate unknown,
Fright and horror to the few
Who dared to tread where spirits sobbed.
The house, now left in deep darkness,
Tales of its terror plagued,
Panic and anguish in restless sleep,
Tormented the realm where darkness ruled.
Fright and horror wove their spell,
In labyrinths of endless gloom,
Where every corner hid a legend
Of sorrow sealed within each chamber.
No light could pierce the shrouded veil,
No sound could chase the spectral dread,
Since in its chasms, the horror has passed
Bounding every soul that dared be led.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
