#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house -
enshrouded in mysteries.

The house stood gaunt
and tall and grey,
It's windows were grim,
and shattered in every way.

The gates of the house
creaked at my touch,
It's floors squeaked and whined,
at my feet so much.

The roofs were battered,
the walls dull;
It's insides were gloomy,
and eerie and lull.

I stood in wonder,
admist all of these;
And thought hard -
with my brow in a crease.

"I marvel at this place!"
I exclaimed aloud,
"It's like a world of its own,"
I said over the dust-cloud.

The old house is a memory -
lost in time,
It is a tale to be told,
in bedtime.

#oldhouse #whimsical

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