House of Ruins

house slowly falls due to abandonment

Creeping stairs which creak and moan

An ancient door that screeches and groans

A tired ceiling with patches of holes

Lets' in the moon shine upon the lost souls

Portraits line the halls possessed of a stare

With red glowing eyes they seem to glare

Fungus grows fro m in the cracked walls

Molding statues all crumbled in the halls

Smell of death seep from beyond the grave

Filling with fear expanding an eternal wave

Forgotten now pieces buried deep

Swallowed by the tainted grounds it keeps.

Reviews

[bearwoodbear]

An interesting account of an archetypal horror location!