The House on the Hill

The house on  the hill

Has been there for ages

An entire generation has lived there

But now it stands empty

And some say it is haunted

Though no ghost has been seen

But the oak trees make sounds

When the wind blows

And the house takes on a menacing appearance at night

Just as in a typical horror movie

Maybe it is I who haunt the house

In my wish to see a ghost

Maybe I have become a ghost

Either way one day

The house will crumble

And with it the legends surrounding it

So let me put it in verse while I still can

So that one winter night

When the wind makes the windows rattle

Maybe I have become a ghost

Either way one day

The house will crumble

And with it the legends surrounding it

So let me put it in verse while I still can

So that one winter night

When the wind makes the windows rattle

You can tell your children of the author

Who haunted the house on the hill

The Bilge Master