On the hill stands the humble little house
Inside full of humble little plants
Perfectly potted pots of peonies
Sit still silently on solemn sills
They watch over the humble gardens
Viscous vines of rose
Hiding hermits amidst the grove
Sit in silence as they decompose
What a solemn place to die
A Forest full of friendly flowers
Waterfalls winding rocks in willing willows
Peaceful singing plotting petals
Humming hiding hithering hills
Blood stained burning builders
Red drops in bubbling waters
What a beautiful place to die
Crying trying finding biding
This place will always end up dying
Bodies always end up piling
Whispers carry rules unspoken
"Don’t check the basement."
"It’s far too dark."
And "Everyone has their part."
What a menacing place to die
About the Creator
William Michael Reid
Hi! My name is William Michael Reid and I'm an artist/writer. I pride myself in my latest artwork and my skills in poetry. Most work will be poetry. Art with poems is original unless otherwise stated!
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