OLD HOUSE

The house is empty
 it stands alone
There's no one there
no one at home

Its windows shattered
that once shone in the light
But now there is silence
and only night

Its big oak doors
once stood proud and clean
Lion door knockers
shone and gleamed

The stairs had a bannister
painted gold
But time has faded
it to grey and old,

Cracks run down timber
burned and scared
Children used to hide 
and play out in old courtyard

This house has stood the test of time,
Was used in the war
it witnessed a terrible crime,
The little girl
that was hanged by her mother 
The father shot in the head
by a devious brother 
The mother who could not handle the guilt of her sin 
Climbed to the roof without a whim 
Standing tall and proud asking to be forgiven 
She loses her balance falling to her death unforgiven

This house has seen people
crying out in pain 
It’s helps the blood flow down the drain
Its walls hold the hidden rooms
Stories told of hate and doom 
Of no light but of misery and gloom,
This house now stands with explosives inside,
One big boom its secrets it will hide,
Soon this house will be no more,
Its ghosts will live on and that’s for sure.

This is a polite ask, if you have took the time to read this poem please be kind and leave a review. thanks jeff