There It Sat

It was a gorgeous house Dated in its style A stone-walled bungalow Quiet sitting up on a hill I’d never seen a sign of life And the stories lurked about Owned by an old photographer Whose son had hung himself A house that seemed abandoned Where everyone had left their soul In some form passed away and died Leaving just the ghosts to roam AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on February 13, 2019