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The Haunted Farm

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

Tags: Poem, Haunted, Farm

Stumbling upon an abandoned farm that is perhaps haunted.

Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

The weathered barn stands in ruin;

no longer a place for creatures

to take refuge and be cared for.

Hay turned into dust on the floor.


Stairs leading to a loft now empty,

on slats a raven precariously perched;

an omen to those who might enter

death dwells within these walls


Stains like splatter on the walls I see;

a chill runs up my spine; an image forms.

This place is death; its remnants felt

within my soul, I hear the screams.


The house beyond the barn sits still;

empty of laughter and of life once had.

Occupants long gone beneath the soil;

eerie sounds beckon from within the place,

where once a family shared their meals.


Windows shattered, by winds of time;

curtains freely blowing in the breeze.

A fireplace sits flames extinguished ;with

bricks disintegrating lying scattered;

offering no warmth for cold spirits there.


Decaying floors and hollow rooms that echo

all the sounds that filled them long ago.

A tattered rope hangs loosely from a beam

what manner death , who swayed on its end?

What of the rest; whose wails I hear around me?


An axe rests against a door, is it rust or aged blood?

The raven on window ledge knows but will not say

An omen to those that might enter into this place;

death lives within these walls..


My imagination or the Raven's truth?

evening shadows are coming soon to occupy

this place from which I must quickly flee.

Leaving its occupants to replay the day when

death came calling at their door.


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