29 June 2012
A cold wind blows, In this rickety house, So empty and hollow, Not even a mouse.
No lights are lit, Shrouded in dark, No noise is made, No sound, no remark.
Only silent night, Inhabits this abode, No owners or family, No visitors bestowed.
Or so they think, The visitors in town, They avoid the home, Nothing creepier around.
For under floorboards, Deep in the cellar, Amidst the grime, Lies a secret dweller.
The house is his, No one else allowed, The townsfolk know, But never say aloud.
Nightly tribute, Given each day, Be it cow or girl, Each considered as pay.
Left inside the house, Goodbye they go, Never to be seen, Nothing left to show.
The house is forbidden, Do not intrude, Or the man below, Will take you as food.
Do Not Enter • Opuss № I