The House That Kept A Secret

Tue, 03/17/2015 - 22:24 -- Mumbles
In a quaint, little town
A quaint, little house
Sits lonley on the hillside
With dark windowpanes
And a creaky staircase
A testament to forgotten time
The drapes are torn
The floors are worn
Surely no splendor to find
In a quaint, little town
In a quaint, little house
What secrets lay inside?
The rush of rain
A thunderous boom
A short, sharp lightning strike
An eerie fog
A story untold
A scream tears through the night
In a quaint, little town
In a quiant, little house
Is where my soul resides
For in this house
On this night
Long ago
I died


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