Step silently, step carefully
Softly open the door
The eerie call is strong tonight
In the house that was, but is no more
There once was life, there once was love
Yet all is not as it was before
Fell the sorrow, feel the pain
Of the house that was, but is no more
The children ran, they sang, they played
And listened to tales of ancient lore
Yes, there was joy, and once great wonder
In the house that was, but is no more
Their mother, a beautiful woman she was
Yet no one knew she was a whore
And drove her poor husband to jealously
In the house that was, but is no more
The day he found out was a bitter one
The news cut deep and left him sore
And they say that booze cleansed his soul that night
In the house that was, but is nor more
He took up his blade in a terrible fit
And leapt upon her with a drunken roar
His knife driven deep into her breast
In the house that was, but is no more
The story goes, or so they say
Sobriety struck him at his core
And seeing his deeds, he cried aloud
In the house that was, but is no more
The flames, they painted the sky that night
While the children, still in bed, they snored
As the man and his wife and their memory burned
In the house that was, but is no more
And still, the children's souls shall creep
Through what remains of the corridor
Forgotten they burned, and still they weep
In the house that was, but is no more
Exit now, and make your haste
Hurry now, through the door
You're not alone, they're watching you
In the house that was, but is no more
YOU ARE READING
Well... I Tried (Poetry)
PoetryI tried to write a poem, It didn't go too well. I tried to grab that creative spark, I tried to ring that bell. Some turned out okay, And some are kinda bad, But then I stop, and I look back On all the fun I had. Some were full of passion, And some...
