A crooked house sways ghostly in the breeze,

Two severed couples drift in like a dream.

Hidden in shadows, spirits leer and tease,

Perched in eaves, the Robin hatches a scheme.

A hulking figure brays, glowing eyes taunt.

In the distance, silhouette staggers near,

Half man, half beast, he rehearses his haunt.

Bang! Door slams, Bottom strikes lovers with fear.

They huddle together, frozen in fright,

Hands clutch hands they previously despised.

Running through the rooms, the end a bright white,

Desperate fingers open the door most prized.

They depart, broken, bloody, and battered,

But their love, mended, no longer tattered.