Old Man Jonah

The tail upon the broken glass darkness surrounds a haunted soul An eclipse rents the stolen mans home trauma engulfs the woodpile homes webs coat the wooden pine wood crawlers inhabit the deserted home the tale of death screams on the door dark walls with illusions of fear silhouettes is seen by the corridors the old man warns with just a whisper death defines the fire hazed home tragic event left all inside ablaze Morning rays blister upon the windows meals are hot meat served on wood the day he dares not to remember heart almost platinum gem encrusted he seeks no time to get counsel but seeks reprieve instilling fear He sits and stares into the sun set pipe on his lip as he sings a tune Woodpile is sorry for his loss and family he sheds no tear and covers no tear he burns inside Mr Old man Jonah History of woodpile family fire