Holly House

Her dreams now rot and wither,

her family all decay,

but that's what happens at Holly House,

when Molly comes to play!

She wasn't in the cellar,

and not beneath the floor.

The chimney here's been all sealed up,

So, Molly's at the door.

If you look into her face,

She'll give you one sweet kiss.

In seven days, alone you'll be,

And taste what Molly missed.

-This poem was originally published on its Facebook page. It was created as part of the premise for a novel I'll eventually write called, "Holly House." The picture is of my niece.-