Empty hallways, forgotten voices
pictures hang, dusty and off balanced
cobwebs spread from door to mirror
a young rat scurries past the broken floor

His portrait still hangs over the fireplace
a spider runs down his well-shaped nose
each brush stroke is thick and sculptured
dust collects on it as sand dunes

The windows cracked,the night air blows
dead trees peer down at slamming shutters
howling dogs are echos past
his spriits surround the acre

This house, this legend infinte
remembers it's myths fool false illusion
truths and lies untested questions
of how he lived alone from living