The Hill house.
The roaming bride under the full moon walked
Not really sure how the dead and the reaper talked

But by chance she stumbled upon
A spooky place with a spacious lawn

A bonfire lit, staring eyes and the children played
The reaper saw, long enough she had stayed

No where else could she go, ground held her feet
This is the destination where she and the reaper meet

The distant moon bare witness to her dying
She may be dead, but she smiles as she's lying

It's the Hill house where the bride stays
No one dares wanders, even the sacred keep away
Hill House
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The roaming bride under the full moon walked Not really sure how the dead and the reaper talked But by chance she stumbled upon A spooky place w Read More
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