Shinnying tones of music boxes

Willows hang upon the windowsill

Dew droplets swing slightly and fall to the ground

Children’s voices fill the darkness even though their being

Are not there, their souls still wander around

Melodies from toys flutter the rooms

Eerie sounds of doors creek open

The happy sounds turn to fear

Broken music boxes sing loudly

Shadows of the ones who lived there

Run to the light

Glowing eyes of rage fill the closet

Sharp pearly whites gleam in the moonlight

Low snarls silences the melodies

Heavy breathing gets louder

The children’s laughter turns to cries T

he creature from the closet is the fear

The hate

Sadness

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