I saw that she had been around for a long time
From the room that nobody was allowed to visit
In that white house with the white door
And walls that nobody was allowed to see.
Across the room
I stood at the huge white windows
And chanted for the evil to not reach me.
But outside the room that nobody sees…
I saw him enter through the side door
His hair had been shaved or burnt in a perfect arc
Right through the middle of his scalp
Smiling his disgusting smile
He transferred to me:
You are coming with me!
I begged and cried NO!...
I want to stay with my Gran…’
you’ve done too much damage already…
there’s NOWHERE to go.
You’ve run too far…!
I wept for all I was worth..
My powers were exhausted…
I ran back to the Room that nobody sees,
In the house nobody visits
And I cried for her to protect me….
Across the room
In small white cupboards,
People had written books about her..
She had looked SO different in days before,
SO different in each book,
Taking on new looks and colours…
Wasn’t it yesterday
When I saw the gold-bordered pictures on the walls that nobody sees
In the room nobody knows about?
I called out to my white-haired Dame in weak, collapsed tears.
She assured me that she would be there for time (infinite)
I looked outside the Big Windows again
In the House Nobody Visits
And stared with intent
At the dry pile of sticks collecting on the grass across from my view…
I tore some hair from my head,
Chanted while I twisted it
And finally, placed it in my mouth.
I was ready to face the evil man on Our porch.
I smiled his evil smile now
And we turned to leave the house together,
The House That Nobody Visits
I chanted with each step I took,
Bringing the Universe to a single point …
The Door Of The House That Nobody Visits
Started to close behind him.
He turned back to glare at me,
FURY writ large across his face!!!
It was only his head that remained now
As I laughed my evil laugh at him
Then turned around to
Hug my House
I walked into the Room
The Room Nobody Knows About
My hair started to turn white
And my smooth hands wrinkled
I touched My books and pictures Of Me
With loving devotion
Returning to the huge windows
I beckoned the collected sticks to me and set them a-fire.
What’s another few centuries..? (I smile to myself…)
At the Door Nobody Knocks,
The Boy with the glasses and the familiar face,
Looks back at me with sad eyes,
Gets into the back seat of the stately Morris Minor just as the rain starts to pour.
I hide behind the door
Of The House Nobody Visits
And bid him a silent, sad Farewell.