The House on The Hill
The House on The Hill The House was the fear In the hearts of the folks It had less windows But a mighty door The House looked Old but still strong But I never feared the house but the man Within. The cries of the creatures And smell of the blood The glimpse of the man in Red robes with a stick And a skull in his hand But I never feared the house but the man Within He was mighty with Ash smeared ,from head To toe and seeds That decorated his Neck and chest But I never feared the house but the man Within I gazed at him in A path to work, he Looked back with A simple simle It was not fear but Curiosity that I Never had till day today And now I never feared the house and the man Within. I marched straight To the feared house While the folks cried That , it's the sinful Path but I was deaf And I never feared the house and the man Within. As I reached the door It smashed Opened and the man Hugged me with his Mighty hands, he s...