Laughs are heard, infectious tones,
they chill your being to the bone.
Haunting voices steal one's due.
perhaps a strangeness fancies you.
Some say, " they who wear a grin,
have found a way to lure us in."
Trust these words undoubtedly
or smile and lose your sanity.
A twelve by twelve foot padded cell,
life's rubber room that you've heard tell...
Walk within that circled square.
Count those steps, but be aware...
Forty-Eight feet all around,
your standing taut on shaky ground.
Curses pass and must befall,
on he who enters Haggards' Halls.
Ref: Haggards' Halls ( X )
