This is a poem I wrote for my poetry class.. Hope you all Like it!
The House
There stands a deceitful house away from prying eyes.
Peaceful woods hide its terrifying and evil lies.
Bright candies and sweets conceal the dark force within.
In that house it happens – the ultimate sin.
It’s quite mad to eat children – this is true.
To hear her speak, you’d think her evil thru and thru.
Don’t blame the witch I say!
You cannot go the places I may.
With my tiny paws and light patter,
The house doesn’t think that I matter.
I saw it weaving its insidious spell.
It turned her mind into a vicious hell.
They killed the poor insane witch today.
Her name was Alora, was what I wanted to say.
She was once beautiful, sweet, and kind.
This was before the house molded and twisted her mind.
I saw her die with great sorrow.
She’ll only be replaced on the morrow.
Even now the house has begun an evil plan.
It’s calling out enticingly to the woodsman.
I shudder to think about that ax in his hand.
I wish I was able to cry warning throughout the land.
Alas I am only a tiny voiceless mouse.
I cannot be heard to warn anyone about the house.
I am writing this tiny note to you dear friend,
The house is tricky and its evil knows no end.
Whomever you are reading this note,
Head the words that I wrote.
It’s too late for the woodsman who was a nice guy.
He’s already been taken in by the house’s lie.
I hope the house doesn’t realize that it’s magic,
Has forever changed me – though tragic.
No more am I a normal little mouse.
I’ve soaked up the magic of the house.
Though I am not liable to kill,
This is an evil thing still.
What mouse can write and think this way?
Being unable to help is torture I say!
I’ll put this note in a bottle and float it down the river,
I sincerely hope you believe it, though it may give you a shiver.
And so I watch and impatiently wait,
Hoping justice will be dealt by the hand of fate.
Sincerely yours from the Ginger bread house,
Your friend, Walter J. Mouse.