Where It Leads No One Knows (Sonnet)

Shadowy coverings which shades the light,

Of an old cottage house hidden in woods,

Towering trees, only the door in sight,

The door locked tightly to protect its goods.

 

A light beneath the door draws attention,

By the walk path on a tree limb the key,

What lies inside the houses retention?

And therein this place one might want to see.

 

But its appearance scares most folks away,

Wonderment's of stories are left untold,

As just the birds are left on trees to sway,

A squirrel at trunk a nut his hand does hold.

 

A lonesome old dwelling so obscure,

Within its mystique as yet found no cure!

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

rhyme ,meter both perfect bravo Simply beautiful in content as well

[SheWolfNLust]

awe thank you so much Tate for your beautiful comment, sorry I am late thanking you its been about 2 months since I've been on here, work and stuff,

[Tate Morgan]

Oh hi I haven't seen you in awhile so nice to see you

[SheWolfNLust]

Nice to see you as well

[Aesthete2000]

You hold interest as the place of mystery
forms in our minds from your storied description.

Intriguing!

M-C