Deserted House: A Poem

The deserted house stood in a place
The girl lazily holding her gaze
The maid looked as it as if in a daze
Her plastered smile cracking in its place

The man moved and knocked at the door
His lips crumbled and his cloths all tore
The girl waited for the silver to pour
But the maid stopped them, her anger in toll

The girl screamed then her fear to grow
The man moved finding himself low
The maid only laughed and saw the road
The deserted house it only know

-Jan @jahnavigouri