The Haunted Place

Headless horsemen on a neon green shelf,

the blankets can't keep out the nightmares,

shifting ashes bathe the room in a liquid

haze of haunted proportion,

the sin of the world is upon us,

Armored knights fighting on top of the mantle,

a fire roars in the hearth blazing between

two iron statues of eyes alight from within,

a forgotten soundtrack fills the ears of

the next generation with blood,

A rubber snake slithers closer to the bathroom

door, and a mouse hole opens up inside an

alternate reality, no one lives here anymore,

but their echoes fill the house with a cold

chill that warns any unwanted visitors,

An orchid blooms outside, growing on the corner

of the house, clinging to the gutters and trying to

fly away to a distant land before the chaos,

there is no peace to be found here anymore,

no welcoming water pots nor gentle words

of unconvincing comfort.