A candle-lit room with black decor... <br />Footsteps over a dusty floor... <br />Howling winds strike here and there. <br />Tension fills this musty air. <br /> <br />Empty for a hundred years... <br />The doors are locked by fallen tears. <br />No one ventures in alone, <br />Not here, in this place that stays unknown. <br /> <br />For here, long ago, there was committed a sin. <br />Blood stains the walls the mistress slept in. <br />No holy force can erase the cries <br />That linger in the house of lies. <br /> <br />A beauty was she, all dressed in white. <br />But beside her was a horrid sight. <br />T'was her suitor, dressed in velvet so red. <br />Against his will, they were to be wed. <br /> <br />Though her love for him was very strong, <br />He did nothing but do her wrong. <br />For days she cried up against her wall. <br />But to comfort her, he did nothing at all. <br /> <br />He pushed her much too far one night. <br />Instead of pain, she chose to fight. <br />Her frail body was battered and bruised. <br />But she did not cease, afraid to lose. <br /> <br />But alas, he slumped down to the floor. <br />Her foe had fallen, he threatened no more. <br />Nothing could be heard, except her breaths, so clear. <br />And she cried as she turned away, 'I love you, my dear.' <br /> <br />But her cries stopped as she felt more pain. <br />She had wasted her strength all in vain. <br />For he stood holding a blade through her heart. <br />'Goodnight, my love.' And he ripped her apart. <br /> <br />To this day she wanders that lovely house, <br />Searching for her treacherous spouse, <br />The one who never treated her right. <br />Her soul searches every night full moon night. <br /> <br />So she remains there, still in the house of lies. <br />Every night you can still hear her cries. <br />But her husband remains, searching for another bride, <br />To add to the home where lost souls reside.<br /><br />Nadia Gray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/house-of-lies-2/
