"A Haunted House In The Daylight"

"A Haunted House In The Daylight"
By: Brendan Cadman


A beam of royal gold breaks through,

the misty and hazy gates of grey. 

Clearing to majestic blue skies,

a house basks in the warming ray. 

Perched high above the quiet town,

atop a rolling hill of emerald green.

The looming structure casts a welcoming presence, 

of dedicated craftsmanship so impeccably pristine.

Through lusting eyes the natives gaze, 
and marvel in the homes' aesthetic glow. 
Still for years a vacant slumber took, 
place of the final dwelling long ago. 

Myth and tale engulf the town with, 
power equal to a fire captive in the wind. 
None would dare to dance with fate, 
or brave what presence might lurk within.

Floorboards creak under a phantom's footstep pace,
as silence fills the void of a dark and empty hall. 
Cobwebs line the ceiling attractively impure, 
as shadows roam the chambers quietly as pictures on the wall.  

Continually as the current of a river flows, 
so does the quest for a tenant our house will seek.
Toilsome the foreign inly journey can become, 
how lucrative is the lenity of inner peace. 

Like star-crossed voyagers lost out at sea, 
with no course but to betoken of their plight. 
Few are destined to a sempiternal fate, 
kindred to a haunted house in the daylight.