A Haunting

Written by: Laura Mckenzie

Shadows in the late afternoon
Along the cold snow covered road 
Battered white fences seclude a house 
Of sprawling history in old New England 
Bare spars trees stand in waiting 
For the wrath of winter
As it spirals a case of gloom 
Around the house it did entomb 
Huddled in these four walls 
And it calls from within 
The harshest of stories 
Leak out 
The story that created fear 
Making it hard to conceive 
It was once known to be 
The soul you couldn't see, tormented 
All that came in his path 
Fowl breath reached out 
Into the dark 
Of the house 
On a old New England winter’s night