Answered was its call one day,
Stumbled across it people two.
Cold and lost, in the warmth of May,
They went in, they were only passing through.
Things were joyful, the house rejoiced,
The mountain wasn't cold, its warmth spread.
But the new dwellers were horrified,
They were locked in with horror, fear and dread.
The walls rose, "In they will stay,
Safety and happiness, I will provide",
With apt conviction, the old house gray,
Said to itself and in joy it cried.
The two inside, cried and screamed,
Atop the mountain, alone and shattered,
They clawed. They panicked. They shrieked.
But the house was happy, nothing else mattered.
Slowly, its walls were painted red,
It stank and reeked of death,
The house knew, it had felt the dead,
But to accept, no! It believed in a last breath.
The bones were no more,
The screams long dead and gone,
The house sang once more,
Its sad song, now reborn.
