dark house


A house so dark and bleak

That I can’t even speak.

Dark shadows glare at me

Where clear windows should be.

Do I dare venture inside?

I’ll have to swallow my pride

And quietly cross the threshold

Without being so rash and 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?


Kindle http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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