Where The Children Play

Sad, Dark,Scary

A building was built in nineteen-ten

A place for the children to learn

Once filled with laughter, now the everafter

This schoolhouse would suddenly burn

Twenty-one souls were lost that day

When the schoolhouse burned to the ground

A nightmarish cost, everyone was lost

A bible, the only thing found

A school once more, raised from the ashes

But later turned into a home

With visions and dreams, of bloodcurdling screams

And oasis for spirits to roam

Ghostly apparitions now wander these rooms

Trying to escape from the flames

Trapped in this hell, their spirits now dwell

While calling their mother's names

Each night they play their childish games

Destined to relive that day

Ever changing shape, while trying to escape

This place where the children play

Reviews

[The Pain Stays Fresh]

Oooohh. Chills. I love it. It has such a wonderful flow and a great rhyme scheme. You are a really great poet.

[Rachael Day]

Oooh creepy! This is my kind of poem. It's dark and twisted! Great piece and very well done! :)