Beneath the trees with twisted grace,
A mansion broods in shadowed place.
Its windows glow with ghostly light,
A beacon in the swallowing night.
The gate stands still, yet whispers low,
Of secrets only spirits know.
The leaves are damp, the fog runs deep,
And something stirs that does not sleep.
So if you pass this haunted lane,
Beware the wind that speaks a name.
For once inside, you may not flee—
The house has eyes, and it can see. #ai #aiart #spooky #mansion #tuesday