Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her sad face.
She will haunt my nights.
So will the dead sights.
THE DEAD GAME
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with me in its deep shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.
As I walk slowly in a daze,
Surround me in a purple haze.
I could fall asleep in this tent,
The smell alone is heaven sent.
The scent of lilac is filling my head,
I need to find an appropriate bed.
I will just sit on this bench in the sun
And enjoy the lights of the setting sun.