The Devil's House

The Devil's House The house has lived for centuries, on grim and dismal ground. And when you've reached inside, the dust and demons come around. The lock is still unbroken though has tried for years still to knock itself to the ground and bury brass and key. For there are secrets hidden inside it doesn't want souls to see. The house deceives, plays tricks- the staircases twist and change. It brings an air, warm from the fireplace. Artworks, stone and living bone still haunt the house today. There are dolls and a haunted dog, still playing in the room. A sad man keeps to himself because he knows what harm he will come to. What will happen, I ponder to myself, when the Devil goes back to hell? The house will still remain. Upon the Demon's well.