Sally the Haunted Doll Poem

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Sally the doll, with porcelain skin,
A relic of the past, a tale of sin.
Her eyes once bright, now hollow and black,
Her presence eerie, a haunting attack.
A doll so old, with secrets kept,
A history dark, that's not been swept.
They say she's cursed, a restless soul,
Trapped in a doll, with a story untold.
In the dead of night, she comes alive,
Her tiny footsteps, a ghostly drive.
Her dress rustles, as she moves around,
In an empty room, without a sound.
Objects misplaced, doors that creak,
A feeling of unease, that's hard to speak.
Sally the doll, a presence so strong,
A haunted mystery, that lingers on.
Some dare to touch, to look in her eyes,
But soon regret, as fear slowly ties.
For Sally the doll, with her haunted past,
Is a chilling reminder, that ghosts can last.
So beware of Sally, the haunted doll,
Her story a caution, to one and all.
She may seem innocent, with her porcelain face,
But her haunted presence, a chilling embrace.