We walk through the house
of empty rooms.
Each one furnished with
a different period from history.
A dining room that can seat
a hundred people.
A gourmet kitchen that sparkles
white with bare counters.
A crystal chandelier hangs above
the marble floor empty of dancers.
Our guide bids us a quick goodbye.
We are outside again, standing on the
stone and weeds of the driveway.
The house crumbles from the outside,
but inside, it’s ready to hold court.
We don’t know.
But we will
Once we enter the deadly game.
THE DEAD GAME