The Crooked House

My hands are cold, my face is bruised,

My clothes and shoes are torn.

As I have reached yet so far,

On the way that i had sworn.

Carrying only a drawing of,

A crooked house that i made.

After my dreams tested my patience,

Showing me this house, nightly, to locate.

I had the feeling as if,

There was something for me in there.

Thousands of voices calling out my name,

The house might make me a millionaire!

I stand there with the drawing in my hand,

Raised up to meet my eye-level.

As I lower my hand to look around,

The sight of the same house gives me a tremble.

Each step gets me closer to the house,

The same voices filling my ears.

My hands shake as i open the iron gates,

I deem my end is near.

I find myself lucky enough,

To be alive while entering the house.

For I just had a near escape,

From the gates that were forcing me out.

And as I enter the house,

The darkness of hell surrounds me.

I pull myself together and continue moving,

Towards a streak of light which I see.

I finally reach the room from where,

The streak of light seems to come.

Standing at the door in utter disbelief,

Is my reaction to the sight of my dead dad and mum.

Dressed all in white, glowing from head to toe,

They take a step in my direction.

I feel scared and try to move back,

But I'm held in place due to their affection

An inch away from me they stand,

Looking just like angels from Heaven.

I vaguely remember their faces for,

They left when i was barely seven.

In no time my mother starts talking,

In an eerie voice I've never heard.

The lines she says, leave me in confusion,

Since they contain the following words:

"Darling! Good to see you after a long time,

You haven't even changed a bit.

Audacious enough to have reached this house,

The only thing you lack is wit.

Oh, I hope you haven't forgotten about,

The warning we gave you before leaving for this house.

In greed we set off with some empty bags,

At night when you just began to drowse.

We shook you to senses and said:

"We're going to leave you alone for sometime,

Don't worry, 'cause when we return,

You'll no longer wear these clothes of grime.

In case we don't return,

Within the next ten days,

Beware of a crooked house that might,

Lure you into searching for its way."

Now my father begins-''Oh dear, it seems as if,

You were half-asleep when we warned you.

In greed and hunger you've reached here,

What will happen next, you haven't got a clue."

He barely finishes the sentence,

When two hands grab my foot from behind.

They pull me down and take me away from my parents,

Who ignore me and stand there as blinds.

After, what it seems, a year I open my eyes,

To find myself lying on a huge bed.

I see my ghostly parents and beg them to spare me,

When they say in a frightening whisper-"Baby, you're already dead."

Author's Note

I'd like to tell you that I sought the inspiration for this poem from the music video of the popular song 'Faded' by Alan Walker. I just wanted to put forward my thoughts regarding the video so I chose to present them in a rather cool way. The poem also tells that greed is often fatal. I hope you like it. Please review.

Reviews

[Omikron]

It's a very elaborate poem, much like a story. However, I find it a bit lacking in rhythm, I think the rhymes are excellent but the absence of a pattern slightly distracting, and I think that the story would be presented in a better way if there was a more regular pattern. But maybe that's just me, I'm not used to read poems like this.

I truly admire your talent for telling a story in such a beautiful way. Thank you for sharing.

// O

[Zoya]

I agree with you. There is an absence of pattern. This was my first attempt at writing a poem actually. Thanks a lot for the review :)

[Wajiha Nayeem]

zoe...it doesnt look like a 14 yr old has written this poem....such a talented girl you are..keep it up.

[Zoya]

Oh, thank you so much for your kind words :)

[apennylate]

I really wish I could lay out stories and scenes in poetic flair... Alas, this is a talent, and one you seem to have in spades... Dressed in all-white, from head to toe... You are already dead, aha... Good stuff... Nicely penned...

[Zoya]

Ha, and I wish I could pen down some intricate stuff...like you do, great talent indeed...which you seem to have in spades. Anyway, thanks so much for your time and review. I appreciate it :)

[apennylate]

Let us trade skillz, eh, we would probably wish for the return of our side of the hill, hah... You are very welcome... Keep at it...!

[Zoya]

I concur...xD...Thanks again!

[Elizabeth]

This is truly amazing. you have a way with words.The rhymes are excellent and this reads like a story. Excellent!

[Zoya]

I appreciate your words. Thank you!

[Elizabeth]

You're welcome

[Tarun]

A really beautiful and well elaborated poem. A really great work for a first timer. I hope to see more from you.

[Zoya]

Thank you so much for your time. I truly appreciate it!

[Abhishek Asthana]

first of all i would like to congratulate on your skills to narrate a horror masterpiece in form of rhythmic structure ... whenever you have got something to describe like a story so it's not that easier to frame it down in poem...
coming to your poem, you have started in a tremendous way and holds the interest of the readers till the end through the soft tone and amusing tone....so marvellous job done... keep writing... looking forward to read some more pieces :)

[Zoya]

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Glad you liked it :)

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

god this is tremendous

[Zoya]

Haha, thanks :)

[Anon1020]

I really like this, your such a great writer!!!

[Zoya]

Thanks a lot :)

[Raj Sahu]

“Demons are like obedient dogs; they come when they are called.” ― Rémy de Gourmont

One of the awesome ballad that I have read till. Amazing work! 😊😊
Congratulations!

[Zoya]

Thank you so much :)

[Raj Sahu]

The pleasure is all mine.

[Hope]

I loved your work!
A masterpiece for a first attempt!
So hard to believe you are just 14- Great work!
I mean it with all my heart.
Keep writing!

[Zoya]

Oh, thank you so much! It really means a lot :)

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my ..the warning is sobering .. sometimes i think when i die there may come a guide who if i am unwilling, or unable to trust, ..or lured aside to right or left ... i will be grabbed by the foot and dragged down too ..it is, and i think, should be ..a terrifying thought .. brrrrrrrrr chills the bones girl ..the turn in your 14th verse worked really well for me ..as recognition of the crooked house's nature is ... >:-O
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[Zoya]

Haha, thank you so much for reviewing. I really appreciate your review!