Perched on high bluffs above the river Kaw.
On a snake curved street named Shawnee Road.
Sits a haunted mansion historic draw,
Known as Sauer's Castle, the ghost's abode.
For generations as the story goes.
Misty apparitions fade and flow.
Stoking cold fires in rich marbled stone,
balustrades of cherry, in this stately home.
Faint flickers spike from gaslight wall sconces,
Flashed light erupts from fine Austrian glass.
Fear shocked visitors sit back on their haunches,
From misty spectors from the distant past.
A mengling of the living, with the deceaced.
Sauer's magnet of the living and it's dead,
An active haunt,with it's own mystic,
captivates and always goes to your head!
Opulence once graced this foreboding home.
Anton spared no expense in importation.
This home was warmth and it's certainly shown,
And their reluctance to leave, it's implication!
Gold trophy winner
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