lonley hill

i had the strangest dream last night 

of a house on a lonley hill-

at the door stood a women 

and a cat on a window sill-,

she looked at me with a stair 

i tried not to look at her 

a dirty smile came from her mouth 

as her cat begins to pur,-

she asked if i want to come inside 

and sit by her fire of coal

this old lady is still smiling 

as her cat drinks milk from his bowl-

i looked at her for a while 

as the wind blow up a gale 

there is fire comeing from her eyes 

and smooke from her fingernails-,

my   dear lady listen to me 

i shall not go in 

for if i do go in with you 

i´ll never be seen again ,

the old lady she got so mad 

and what a fit she did trow

she turned into an angery deamon

and the cat into a crow, 

as i left that horror place

i turned to look around 

the little house upon the hill

was nowhear to be found ,

i ran as fast as i could 

to the safty of my home 

and to this day i never walk 

up that lonley road alone ,

the end