The Ghost House
The village folk say her owner was a grumpy old man,
He would curse at children playing in front of his beautiful house
Now it sits falling apart, rusty and grotesque.

In the corner of SisterBerenice Street there sits a house
Her walls cracked and her yard unkept
Her windows shattered and her doors battered.

Now the children stray further from the house
For rumor has it shes haunted
By the spirit of the grumpy old man.
But she stands lifeless and rotten
Giving testimony of death really is,
  Slowly decaying and being forgotten.