Walking up steps towards unknown dark
From outside, the house is perfectly still
The shutters creak with unknown agony
Up from above the house the full moon laughs
The crow’s caw and scuttle as a murder
What could be past the threshold of horror
The door pocked with the grime of past horror’s
The door opens into a chasm of dark
A single step more could mean a murder
The deeds of the past seem alive yet still
A step and the floorboards weep with laughs
Each movement, a chorus of agony
A painting of a girl, in agony
The sent of the hallways is of horror
A piano plays somewhere, like a laugh
The first room, small square and shrouded in dark
Covered in dust, everything lays still
The scene is set for the perfect murder
Down the stairs, the walls red like a murder
Each step eternity of agony
Finally the bottom, everything still
Slowly turning and it is there, horror
A sight to descend the strongest to dark
piano goes silent as do the laughs
(By Teddy Schwartz ’22)