Spirits at the Lighthouse Contest

Spirits at Lighthouse Contest

Summons Mostly Go Unanswered

The old, slow rotation of the light stopped years ago,

The lonely call died out, leaving an eerie quiet.

Lights flicker where life can't be bout,

Twinkling's flare, then fade, staying slightly aglow.

Through broken doorways and broken windows,

Breezes blow their messages, calling and whispering;

Hear Me! I have much to offer! Come Join Us!

Underneath, it hides the truth-creating only Widows.

The Old House beckons with its wares of antique,

Arsenic-sweetened candies, sugar-mold grapes.

All delights to make sure your first visit is your last,

The smell of sweet decay adds to the charm and mystique.

You must take a peek behind the very last Door,

There isn't a long stairway to a scary Basement.

It is something we are genuinely excited about,

You are for supper. Please be a gent, and don't make a roar.

Required words: Old House, Lights Flicker, Basement, Door


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