This House

Staring at the shadows in the dark House

Surrounded by roses and the scent of blood

Spider webs shapes on every glass window up in there

Thirteen floors with thirty rooms that are all the same

Walls are painted dark red that looks black in the sunset

Staircases coils around that leads to nowhere

One that has forty-two steps and rises for two inches up

Another that rises up to reach nothing but a ceiling

Doors and closets that open to nothing but a black wall

Wardrobes and secret passages under and above

The scent of fine wood and vanilla fills the first floor

Inspired by ghosts and spirits who live here with us

Chimneys that their construction were never completed

Crimson red Trap doors everywhere all are in thirteen’s

Passages small enough for only one person to pass by

If you enter this house seeking peace and secure

You have to sleep every night in a different room

Gothic bell hanged up in the center of the house

That rings every day eerily twice thirteen times

The house is yet unfinished, workers never end it

It’s cursed to never be built up and finish

And only be haunted by earth-bound spirits

Believe it or not it still has unfinished sand marks

Since it started to be built in the eighties

Every stair case except one has thirteen stares

A white sink has thirteen holes drained in blood

The owner signed her name in the contract thirteen times

And divided her will into thirteen parts

Spirits walk through the house by night

After the first bell ring they rise

Before the last bell ring they vanish

Gardens so smooth that water is ashamed

Nothing but green blades of fine grass acclaimed

Mystery and horror lingers in the air

Around the gates of the house and the fence

No one ever entered and no one dared

Except likes who have a death wish so hard to satisfy

Believe it or not it’s a real house

that’s what they wrote on the entrance note

You will never leave it feeling balanced

Just feeling dizzy only if you could get out of it

there is the daisy room which she was trapped in

After she felt the disturbing earthquake

Mirrors had patterns and shapes of daisies

Glass windows all are touched with art

To give you a reflection that confuses you

Statues of frogs, a deer, and maidens in the garden

A small pond that reflect the moon and the stars

Plants shaped into crescents and circles to protect it

Pentacles and spider webs shapes spread inside the house

A statue of a woman holding a broken cup

Another one holding a broken mirror

All adds mystery to the dark house

And make it a place for only silence

And dark serenity