in there there was a dream
and I had one too
of things to come? I wonder
nestled deep in white capped mountain trails
split rocks and deadly drops,
up the sheer cliffside,
4 storey crooked house,
toward it we hike,
heads down,
sweat, breath, aching bones
eyes on the winding green,
brown, the fresh unmarked
white,
off to the side of the trail
other hikers, vagabonds
in tattered clothes dusted with snow
shivering with dark eyes,
something sinister?
our destination is inevitable,
we follow the foot prints dragging
up to the summit steep
over the rotted steps,
with the door cracked,
to the empty rooms within
nice
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