Lonesome Cabin

Sitting alone, stacked tall, without a fail
Inside the tree line that creates a veil
Without a care, a broken stair or a wooden rail
The Cabin sits in the woods oh so-frail

What could be coming from a being so dark?
Into those woods is another’s arc
Is it loud enough with its roar or bark?
A deep cut into a tree, leaving its mark
A grumble grows like it’s a trademark

Stalked and swayed outside her home
That cabin it sits all on its lone
Inside this place, the boards creak, and they groan
A lady, she was, but you’d call her a crone
Dismissive, she is all on her own

The beast stood over it; the scene where she died
A whisper, a scream, and an echoing cry
The pale moon rests upon that dark sky
Even though it was quick, she let out her last sigh

The lights flicker inside that same Cabin
Dark red stains on the gravel by the wagon
No fear nor shame from before it happened
A creature of disdain, bloodshed by the cabin

That Same Cabin Still Stands All Alone
A bloody carcass by the doorway of this home
Frail was the body, snapped through the bone
Back into the woods without a trace of its moan

Sitting alone, standing tall without a fail
The beast who moved with the speed of a gale
A red line was formed from the door to the trail
The cabin stood tall yet empty and stale