The
house deep in the woods
Flanked
by trees and bushes
With
yellow roads in meandering ways
It
will take a while by motor vehicles
The
sunlight flashes through
The
glowing rays hitting to the leaves
Casting
shadows of many shapes
Pointing
out how nature lives
The
compound of lighted solar panels
Getting
light from the sun
The
house stands quiet in the woods
The
silence of human voices
Once
it was the hive of activities
The
parties of songs, wines and romances
Until
evil started to mark his ground
The
killing spree death of many
The
devil took the souls
Leaving
the bodies decayed to the soil
In
time the police came to look
The
house was partially burned
The
police couldn't make it
Nothing
to show of any existence
The
house stood in the woods
As
quiet as of humanless voice
As
times turn into decades
The
house feels its rotten bones
Natural
creepers claim its abodes
Leaving
trails of roots squeezing in
The
sun lights still shine
Partying
the ground with its rays
Light
and shadows surrounding the house
The
wind whisper the leaves shake
The
creatures crawl in
Smelling
the decay
The
house in the woods
Abandoned
ages ago
The
birds of many kinds
Tweeting
out in the broad day light
Telling
each other of lost opportunities
Of
food once were plenty
The
creepers crawl over the structures
The
twines grab all the spaces of the house
The
lights still penetrating it through
“Don't
be so greedy give us some spaces”
The
squirrels jumping across branches
Tails
wagging eyes watching the creatures
Maybe
there are food in the house
Else
why the creatures crawling in?
The
abandoned pond of dirty rain water
The
frogs claim its own territory
Of
the tropical rain falling into it
The
mosquitoes breed abundantly
The
wild creeping plants and bushes
Trees
grow wild and free
Once
the ground of cultured landscape
It
is now turned into a wild terrace
The
house in the woods
Once
it was a party of music and romance
Now
it stands holding to its memories
Of
its dark history soiled to the abandoned ground
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