On a hilltop bleak and bare,
looms the castle of despair,
only phantoms linger there
within its dismal walls.
Through the dark they're creeping, crawling,
frenzied furies battling, brawling,
sprawling, calling, caterwauling
through the dusky halls.
- exert from The Haunted House by Jack Prelutsky



Haunted House by Mos Eisley. Do you dare?