Editor’s Note: In celebration of Halloween and all things spooky, our writer and proofreader extraordinaire, Chelsea Harrison, wrote a Haunted Mansion poem in the style of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Haunted Palace. Please enjoy these unsettling stanzas as you get ready for a night of ghostly delights!
The Haunted Mansion
On the highest of our hills,
By iron gates surrounded
Once a fair and lively place—
A mortal place—ensnared the dead.
Graveyard wanderers may come to call
and, dare they enter damasked halls,
are ushered to the stretching room
where guests are known to meet their doom!
Board a buggy, if ye dare.
Spirits wait for you—Beware!
They dance and shout and borrow books,
Spirits lurk in every nook.
On endless stairs and in the hall,
footprints echo, voices call.
Madame Leota floats above
the attic bride declares her love.
The graveyard party is in full swing,
the band is all there, the quartet sings
ghosts have gathered, far and wide.
Tonight grim ghosts come to socialize.
Some naughty ghosts, glowing blue
may attempt to leave with you.
So shake off hitchhiking ghosts
before your buggy joins its post.
Alas, the mansion is overrun
with grinning ghosts galore
So, should you escape—then run!
These ghosts will haunt forevermore.
Happy Halloween from all of us at WDW Magazine! For more spooky fun, check out our October issue, where we take you into the Haunted Mansion for a ride!