House of the Dead
The windows have a dark blue cast outside
Except for where the candle lights the stage
Where the gore that flows within the dark house
Evil signs the home that bears its old age
Jack-o-lanterns are lit on the doorstep
Trying to invite the unsuspecting
Leery are many that walk past this house
For the darkness seems to go engulfing
The moon slashes the sky with awesome grace
Lighting the dirt path for any approach
The dark house looks inviting in some ways
The flickering candle stays as it’s broached
No matter the lure I will never go
I’ll never enter the house of the dead
If you listen you can hear them laughing
And it won’t just be what is in your head
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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