Beyond the gate
Lies the path
That no one walks
That time forgot
All footprints now
Since washed away
By passing seasons
Years gone astray.
Windows of
The cottages face
Like staring eyes
Lost to fate
Its broken door
Rusted hinges swing
In Summer breeze
And Winters chill.
Passing children
Dare one another
To approach
All gripped in fear
They say its haunted
Ghosts and ghouls
No one to go there
Except a fool.