The House Of No One At All

The haunted house

Not a window was broken

And the paint wasn't peeling

Not a porch step sagged

Yet, there was a feeling

That beyond the door

And into the hall

This was the house of

No one at all

No one who breathed

Nor laughed, nor ate

Nor said I love,

Nor said I hate

Yet something walked

Along the stair

Something that was

And wasn't there

And that is why weeds

On the path grow high,

And even the moon

Races fearfully by

For something walks

Along the stair

Something that is

And isn't there