Fetid
From my dank and fetid room
I see the house there in the gloom
On the hill above the town
Its ancient structure peering down.
It fills the town with deep despair
Its drooping roof beyond repair
Its walls and halls are memories lost
Its floors and stairs covered with dust
From my dank and fetid room
Spying the house there in the gloom
Wondering of its hidden lore
To be remembered never more.
The Fetid by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.