The Stenham house

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The Stenham house was an ancient locked thing and nothing returned there except for crows
The crows kept flying around the house making some harsh caw as the cold air blows
In this house of seclusion an eerie feeling as the willowy tree bows its leaves
There was some sense of foreboding or danger even for thieves
The fog of despair felt if one seeks the beaten track to the house
Still a scaffold was put in front of this ancient locked house
There used to be a tree full of nectarines, the crows ate them
The overgrown grasses serve as ban for the condemn
I used to live there, aware that I’m now just the spirit of an old woman
I was up all night waiting for him, he came, we argued and I was bludgeon
A terrible thing happened there and my blood was everywhere
He ran, left the country and couldn’t be found anywhere
I roam and roam until justice could be done, but to no avail
Just the crows and they’re the only ones who could hear my wail

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

week-157

DOOR Template Instructions

(5) Words: | BLOWING | DANGER | UP | BAN | STILL |

For: First Line Friday 26.05.17, Wordle #157, Weekly Writing Prompt #91

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