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| My House Is Haunted. | |
| By Reynaerde | ||
| 08 October 2008 | ||
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Welcome to the town of Haven Soldiers rest in the tavern Be sure to bring gold For the market guild. My house is haunted. The rooftops rattle the rafters shake and an eerie voice condemns my fate My house is haunted but this ghoul's no sinner -it does my washing and cooks me dinner Still some days I need my space so I go for a walk in the marketplace Thatch and wood (rarely stone) chimney smoke and village folk Crowded streets fruit and meat Stands for Shepherds without sheep Wanted posters line the wall catch some man- his face a scrawl Angel wings hang on the stalls slaves for hire, one and all I was a Shepherd -my lover's lambs one at a time slipped through my hands He died of grief but sticks around to beg my mercy -his release A girl in red strikes my side the jostling crowd chokes my stride My lover died from syphilis And I assure you I'm quite clean he sticks around as punishment I reserve my right to be mean I buy a halo -melted down I'll wear it as a tiara crown My house is haunted The ghost's a sinner but I don't mind provided it cooks me dinner.
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