"Haunted House - A Sonnet" by Lanson Wells

In shadows deep, where moonlight seldom gleams,
A house of whispers, where the lost souls roam,
Its timbers creak with long-forgotten dreams,
And specters haunt each decaying room.

The air is heavy, thick with sorrow's weight,
A chill that numbs the heart and chills the bone,
A house where time and life can't mitigate,
The pain and fear in every ghostly moan.

But 'midst the gloom, a beauty can be found,
In spectral visions and the tales they tell,
For haunted houses hold secrets profound,
In every shadow, echoes of farewell.
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A dwelling of the past, a timeless muse,
Where spirits linger, in eternal use.

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​Lanson Wells is a librarian with the Cuyahoga County Public Library and the assistant editor of the Journal of the American Viola Society. He holds Bachelor and Master's degrees in music, a Master's degree in Library and Information Science, and a graduate certificate in online learning and teaching. He has had several musicology papers published and has self-published both a book of poetry and book of musicological research on KDP. He is a lifetime lover of horror movies and books and resides in Cleveland, Ohio with his wonderful wife and their beautiful Shetland Sheepdog.

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