Old dilapidated house!
What memories therein lie.
You once wore an ornate douse
Of sparkling white dye.
But now the colour has faded,
The disjointed boards weathered grey.
Age and decay have mated
To put you at bay.
But families once dwelt within your walls.
For a while you yelled
For others who ignored your calls.
Loneliness you would not have felt
If your death had been delayed.
More families would have dwelt
And the life would have stayed.
By J.R. Bingham ©2011
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The Wicked Come is an exciting, sinister collection of Dark Romantic and Gothic Horror poetry featuring many new twisted exciting poems from horror writer Rainbow Reed.All the poems are written in a different form or style some amusing, some eerie and some just wicked. The collection explores the darker side of humanity, what happens when people love too much, when sanity crashes against madness and meet the characters that inhabit the shadow lands of society: the gourmet detective, the doctor with unusual hobbies, the unnatural gardener and other fascinating creatures.
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