In a House of Darkness
In a house of darkness
you should not hear a sound
but while I lye here in my bed
there's noises all around.
Doors are squeaking
floors are creaking,
shutters banging loud.
The wind is blowing,
voices flowing,
rain is pouring down.
In a house of darkness
you should not see a thing
but while the lightning strikes,
everything is plain.
Shadows dancing on the wall,
a lady walking in the hall,
a child playing with a ball,
a man that had a bloody saw
but to someone, I cannot call,
for there's no one here,
no one at all.
BY HEATHER ROE
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