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