Frayed curtains hanging at the broken windows Mice knaw at the old musty books On drab dusty shelves On the cracked wallpaper walls Threadbare rugs on the unpolished wooden floor Which creaks and groans when stepped upon Thick vines growing on the walls that bear Cracked and ***** wallpaper It's design faded from time It's pattern cannot be seen for it is covered in dust Dust so thick one could cough and sneeze Paint chipped tables and rocking chairs Which are now beyond repair If sat on they could break The stairway covered in hunter-green carpet Is covered with shards and bits of glass The cozy and warm feeling of this house is gone and dead Just like the people whom once lived in this lonely house They are burried just outside this house Somewhere on the lawn Where warped headstones stand tall and bent over Where lichens grow over their names and dates Some of them are unknown Just like the soldier who was killed in battle Died before he could come home Killed by other soldiers who faught In that sad and tragic war