A peculiar place

As the night covers the vast sky.

Obscurity prevails and rumble rests,

I move past black and blemished villas,

There lies none but, remnants and doors rifted,

The gables be dusty and cracked and discard,

Mirrors mashed and crashed with bricks,

Stairs be shabby and tattered apart,

The edifice, fragile with wooden cuckoo compart,

Just as any house of ninties seen past,

I roamed its backyard, it was banished,

The sniff was sharp amd yard was old,

Railings be rusty; soil was loamy,

Loitered the yard, found no art,

Perhaps the place was abandoned in haste,

Where shall peace be broken I yelled,

Heard back none; two Owls hummed,

Rest was halt, pitch black dark,

The door creaked as I crept in,

That tiger skin lay there untouched,

Those goblets and tass dusty and webbed,

Spiders crawled and webbed crockery,

I quivered as cold water drips my head,

And left the place of dark and dust,

For it was none but a misery of past.