The House

in this land of dusk and dawn
we walk slowly up the lawn
for upon the lane
we dare not tread
for those who have, now are dead.
again I hear that high pitched voice
now I fear, we have no choice
faster now, we dare not slow!
to the lane, we have to go
for around the house there is a fence
I won't go over it, we are not dense.
through the gate I walk, real slow.
to the house I now must go!
think me crazy, sure you must?
but we know better, I don't trust.
softly now, I tred across the porch
for a doorbell, now I search.
upon the door, I tap just once
I see the dead, they stand around
reaching for me, almost happily
I hear the voices, loud and clear
am I one of them?
no, I'm not, yet I am
how can this be?
what am I? where am I?
inside the house I step

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