The Haunted Raggedy Ann Poem

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In the attic, dark and old,
A doll of raggedy mold,
With button eyes, so black and deep,
Awakens from her timeless sleep.
Her stitches frayed, her dress in shreds,
She whispers secrets from the dead,
Her tattered hair, once bright with red,
Now hangs in knots, a ghostly thread.
She creaks and groans, her joints aching,
Her presence eerie, heartbeats quaking,
Her ghostly aura, hauntingly grand,
The dreaded curse of Raggedy Ann.
Beware the doll with haunting gaze,
Her soul trapped in a bygone maze,
Her ethereal whispers, faint and small,
Echoing through the midnight hall.
So if you dare to play pretend,
Beware the doll that never mends,
For Raggedy Ann, so ghostly sweet,
Will haunt your dreams with her raggedy beat.