Hill House

There's a house upon a hill I swear exist by its own will jagged glass with tattered drapes frame a small, pale child's face Years before, we'd walk on pass throwing rocks, to break more glass but now my friends won't walk this way far from here is were they play But everyday, I walk from school right by this house, no longer cruel careful not to cause offense won't drag a stick across the fence Why, when I walk back home and have to pass this house alone this specter waits to see me still from the house upon the hill But now in fear, I turn away straight ahead I look each day I dare not catch, a glimpse or glance less I be caught up in its trance Cause, by the cloudy light of day this house sits there in shades of gray where signs of life, there is no trace except one small, pale, child's face Penned 09/15/2016