Haunted houses

Being lonely is a condition

often the cure is unattainable

our grief

unrestrainable

If I told you I was the wolf

would you survive me?

At times misguided belief

can act as relief

relaxing vines curled around heart as cradle

It’s a cold heart that loves a cold house

with a chillier history than the foundations

If I told you this house was haunted

would you believe me​?

If I told you I was being haunted

would you relieve me?

The red stone and dim corners

where stories and shades still linger

Corridors built in shadows

of the past, and her ever present fingers

If you knew I was the wolf

would you release me?

This is where the blood was spilled

Bright as sun on the night

of the iron fire gate

and of a woman who in rage

a trembling fit of rebellion

raised herself from perdition

It’s a cold heart that loves a cold house

with a chillier history than the foundations

If I told you this house was haunted

would you believe me​?

If I told you I was being haunted

would you relieve me?

This house has shades for bricks

some ghosts were born into the stone

During times of strife and loneliness

others have come and gone

If you found a dying wolf

would you try to tame me?

We live in the half light here

In the place between campfire sparks and embers

A void one could fall into

If one forgot to live

in order for the dead to be remembered

It’s a cold heart that loves a cold house

with a chillier history than the foundations

If I told you this house was haunted

would you believe me​?

If I told you I was being haunted

would you relieve me?

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