That house is so lonesome, no one cares, Filled with dust and webs, It’s alive, with its windows it stares, Vexedly to which my joy ebbs. It has got something evil and mystic, I wanna know what’s behind the doors! Someone in the haunted house roars. As if he wants something from the past, May be the felicity which he lost at last, To which I feel myself so aghast, Hoping all to be right that dark night, I closed my window ignoring that house. Because that house is a haunted house.
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This piece has been amazingly photoshopped. In fact, I had believed it to be a real picture. The putting together of this piece must have taken time a effort, but you did amazingly on it. The effect of the poem to the house speaks wonders, and could, perhaps, send shivers up the spines of more delicate viewers. The addition of the skull as a mailbox makes one wonder simply who had inhabited the house. The effect of the clouds and the road is very foreboding. The black clouds could easily repersent death, as well as the path, for it seems worn, and appears to end before the end of the grass. The crows, most commonly used in the case of death, adds a weariness to the poem that is a bit frightning. Keep up the amazing work!
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