Hill House: a tribute
The stormy winds moan.
The house is silent.
And whatever walked there, walked alone1
Massive foundations of gray stone.
Large trees are bent.
The stormy winds moan.
Many ghosts with in do roam.
The old house is the dead’s lament.
And whatever walked there, walked alone.
The front-door opens with a moan.
No life-formes are present.
The stormy winds moan.
No human is at home.
The haunting is evident.
And whatever walked there, walked alone.
The house is empty and alone.
The house’s time has benn spent.
The sotrmy winds moan,
And whatever walked there walked alone.
---4/27/1999
1Hanting of Hill House by Shirlley Jackson
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