END HOUSE

 

END HOUSE

A house dark and bleak.
I can’t even speak.
Dark shadows glare at me
Where clear windows should be.

Dare I venture inside?
I will swallow my pride
And cross the threshold
without being rash or bold.

There’s a secret party inside.
I wonder if I should run or hide.
Who’s the host of this feast,
Man or dangerous beast?

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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Nook
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