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Inside a cold, frightening room

In the deeps of an old castle

This body lies on a table,

Having surrendered to its doom;

Above, in the wuthering heights

Where phantasms and howling ghosts,

Ghouls and phantoms in wretched hosts,

Dance this night to a hundred frights,

Storm and thunder befog the air

As maddened laughter fills the lair,

In days of yore rain kept apart

The loving mind and his workshop,

Soon now the steps will near and stop

And folly will kickstart my heart.

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A poem based on the prompt “Kickstart my heart“.