On Top a Hill

It stands alone on top a hill,
And all look and wonder:
What could have happen in the house
that could have brought asunder?

There are rumors of horrible things
Of spousal abuse and
Cheating lovers. Of suicide.
These things told second hand.

The once white paint started clipping,
and was left to the blight.
Weather beaten hard wood shown though
the skeleton of white.

On the overgrown ground, were this
majestic home did stand,
Now is just an empty vessel
that seems to give commands.

The town below stares silently
no one dares enter there.
The children tell their stories in
secret and all beware!