~the house in the
wood~
the children at play
in the yard
are attuned to a
darker rainbow
they crawl its misty
bands
their hands a
silhouette ring around
spiders in the
moonlit night
its dark eyes &
mouth agape
the house watches
them
whose bones beneath
its boards
matter not to the
tiny dancers
murdered past & unperturbed
tree fingers reach
for them
they giggle &
run to the porch
rise on a ladder
mist stair
fall smooth into the
gabled embrace
of the house who
loves them still
a bell in the
foreground speaks
& well of the
lovers, their parents
ahaunt on a midnight
run
while these cubs of
ghouls gambol
all safe in the house
in the wood
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