The Old Dark House

The Old Dark House


The old dark house on top of the hill
the sort that would give Lugosi a thrill
it stands there dark and foreboding to see
right next to a lifeless leafless tree
its thatched roof is gray and fallen to ruin
its garden is weeds so nothing to prune
all hope abandoned by those who entered here
and the gloom it grew with each passing year
now it stands on the hill a cathedral of death
and makes its spectators gasp and struggle for breath
that old dark house is a monument to fear
and that's why no one has entered for many a year.



-A gothic poem written by Christopher
Thursday January 16th
 2014.