08-22-2015, 02:15 PM
The hearth sat
crooked. It's pitted
stony face rested heavily
on grimy soot covering
rotted wooden planking.
It's last embers surrendered
to cold ash overflowing,
like a mustache, unkept.
Opposite the hearth,
set a wooden rocking chair.
Utilitarian but well built,
It stood firm against a dead
weight, while it's splintered
creaking feet sheltered the floor
from decay and drops of crimson.
A wooden door defending
it's innards from the the icy
swirling fog that surrounded
the cabin had just recently
lost the war.
Footsteps and screams faded into the black.
crooked. It's pitted
stony face rested heavily
on grimy soot covering
rotted wooden planking.
It's last embers surrendered
to cold ash overflowing,
like a mustache, unkept.
Opposite the hearth,
set a wooden rocking chair.
Utilitarian but well built,
It stood firm against a dead
weight, while it's splintered
creaking feet sheltered the floor
from decay and drops of crimson.
A wooden door defending
it's innards from the the icy
swirling fog that surrounded
the cabin had just recently
lost the war.
Footsteps and screams faded into the black.