The House With Cold Eyes~by Patrick Kevin O’Shea

 

 

The House With Cold Eyes

Moon glistens silver
Under grey clad sky’s
Gas lamps dancing 
Within night time cries
Owls out hunting
Killing dark screaming rats
Cold caves expelling
Low flying bats
Dark Doors moaning
Daring you to grace
Cobble stones pacing
Evil house with a face
Eyes piercing boldly
This face in the night
Visions passing coldly
Behind doors locked tight
Cobwebs from the ceilings
As walls speak so loud
Ancient misdemeanors
Within past dark shrouds
Claret stains on carpets
Teared up strip by strip
Blood under floorboards
Once dripping on a drip
Run within the gas lamps
Under moon lit sky’s
Dance with the devil
In the house with cold eyes

Poetry by
Patrick

Copyright Written by
Patrick Kevin O’Shea
27/11/2017