This is an ode to the broken-hearted
For whom the joy of love has departed
A gentle soul
Must take its toll
But this is not the end
For even broken hearts can mend
To those with a  broken heart
Take heed to what I've said
There's no need to fall apart
When love itself is dead

Dearest Reader, I urge you to beware
Upon entering this place- it might give you a scare
Critters snarl and slink and sneer
Do you dare to enter here?
The darkest things shall come to light
In this house, this house of night
Things that hide and scurry away
Things that fear the light of day
And there is something you should fear:
These things shall come to surface here
For everyone has a secret
A past, a demon, a regret
You must come out and face them or here forever you will remain
Broken, bent, twisted, and inexplicably insane.