Horrid House - Poem Renewed

One of my favorite poems I have written is Horrid House. I wrote it somewhere around seven years ago, so I decided to revamp the writing and add a bit more to the story. Also, this will be my first podcast, so if you feel up to listening, enjoy!

 

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Horrid House - Renewed

I.
Away for a while
But still there
Their senses linger
Through the air

Howls of silence
A gentle feeling
Laughter of anger
Through the ceiling

Painful thoughts
Of whats still there
With a wonder
You’ll be there

What will come
With this journey
Pain and tears
Or bliss and cheers?

II.
As you enter
The night begins
With wraiths waiting
In the darkness

Scared and frightened
You slam the door
Locked, bolted
Can’t endure

Ghosts still wonder
From ancients past
Getting closer
You see their masks

Footsteps louder
Creeping near
Pan left, pan right
Nothing there

While you turn
A shadow appears
Running as quickly
As your tears

Weeping violently
You smell the air
Blood and urine
Fill the atmosphere

You creep forward
And stroke your hair
You feel something
Not so fair

Goo has fallen
From your hair
Wailing louder
You must stare

Look ahead
Nothing to see
Groans occur
Now, Blood of sea

Running faster
Across the room
Something’s coming
But cannot see

As you run
You see a light
Somethings glowing
But not bright

You see a mirror
Across the hall
You see writing
Upon the wall

“The horrors came
To seek revenge
Their lives were taken
By our forsaken”

“To cure this curse
You must do worse
Take this knife
And do your worst”

You grab the knife
And hold it tight
Ripping bowels
From your side

Fall to the floor
And die slowly
You see the ghosts
A bit more clearly