The house was dark and gloomy, With the rooms all large and roomy, The chandelier a-swaying above the painted ballroom floor. The haunts they came a-dancing - And the ghosts they were a-prancing - And shall dance for evermore. A ghost did woo its partner, While a girl danced with her father, And a soldier, now a martyr. Spun his girl across the floor - Spun his girl right out that door - And they danced across the moor. A minuet was playing, And the spirits they were swaying, While the dancers they were praying. The dancers were all saying - Keep us till the wolf stops baying - Stops it baying till evermore. But the baying wolf did stop it, And then the ghosts did hop it, Because the ghosts surely would cop it. For the ghosts would sure be all found - By that night watchman wolfhound - For dancing till evermore. Now the ghosts they lay awaiting, While their traps they kept a-baiting, For the evil with their hating, Who'd be forced to dance some more. And the ghosts are all now sleeping, While the others they are creeping, And the dancers they are weeping, While they dance for evermore.
Reason for writing:
My favourite poem is 'The Raven' by Edgar Allen Poe. I love his use of rhythm and rhyme. I tried to write a poem in his rhythmic style.
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