The Haunted Clock
In a parlor richly kept, stands a clock where shadows crept, Telling time with eerie chime, haunted by the curse of time.
Once a timepiece grand and bright, now a source of endless fright, the clock ticks with ghostly light.
Hands that move with ghostly grace, shifting time in haunted space, Whispers rise with every chime, pulling hearts into the grime.
Figures move in spectral ways, haunting in the midnight’s blaze, Beware the clock that seems so still, For in its face the shadows grow, A timepiece grand now cursed with fright, the clock returns to its ghostly sight, of the clock that haunts the day.
A tale of time betrayed and lost, of spirits trapped at such a cost, In the parlor richly kept, the haunted clockâs secret is kept.
In a parlor richly kept, stands a clock where shadows crept, Telling time with eerie chime, haunted by the curse of time.
Once a timepiece grand and bright, now a source of endless fright, the clock ticks with ghostly light.
Hands that move with ghostly grace, shifting time in haunted space, Whispers rise with every chime, pulling hearts into the grime.
Figures move in spectral ways, haunting in the midnight’s blaze, Beware the clock that seems so still, For in its face the shadows grow, A timepiece grand now cursed with fright, the clock returns to its ghostly sight, of the clock that haunts the day.
A tale of time betrayed and lost, of spirits trapped at such a cost, In the parlor richly kept, the haunted clockâs secret is kept.