The Room Would Be Empty

The room would be empty 
If not cluttered with debris
Dust covers plenty
And to the lock, there’s no key

Only people of the past can remember
The abandoned room filled with briar
Forgotten it gets cold in December
No ember there to light the fire

A time long ago, a girl here did live
Situation dire, a crime she’d commit,
One the elders dared not to forgive
A crime done correctly, one can’t recommit

In a tree she did hang
Till she rotted herself gray
For though the birds sang
None would bury the sinner away

Alarmed by her demon
They went where it roame’
And like she committed treason
Set fire to her home

The harshest of winds blew it out
And though none could be burned
No suicide demon wanders about.
With no grave, the girl has learned

Why she had left earth and departed
Was reasonable not far fetched;
As a life among demons is not for lighthearted
Especially if those demons, human lives had led

So till this day her house stands empty
Except for a room with dried firewood
Raided by children who dared themselves plenty
While the villagers say, they did what they should
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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