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.
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