The Silent DollEvening...shadows grow long and frailHouse is quiet, abandoned for yearsThrough dirty windows, moonlight staleDead dwelling despairs; Darkness nearsCarpet and rug have long been shredBy rat and raven in need of nestTapestries above bear no threadEverything within at eternal restIt still stands firm, despite conditionsNo one dares to make repairs hereIn fear of the tales of apparitionsNo one wants to meet one hereThere is of course, nothing foundWithin a house so badly brokenYes, I myself have looked aroundTo verify these rumors spokenThis house I've wandered, up and downEntirely explored, mapped, tamedLack