You can't see it from the road,
A different place to go.
Little house and giant oak.
Crows in scary hole.
Wind is shaking branches.
Looks like devil spreading hands
In last embrace.
Hopeless hollow is the mouth.
You can hear what it says:
Invites to play the game.
There's no place to hide.
Giant oak didn't decide...
Crushing walls, the hope is gone,
Or, may be, leave alone
This little house,
Clapping with the staves.
You can book this place,
Having fun in traping lace
Of rotten house.
House by oak with scary face,
Evil face.
Come to visit, watch your step.
You can't see it from the road,
A different place to go.
Little house and giant oak.
Crows in scary hole.
Come to visit, watch your step,
Your life will never be the same.
Little house and giant oak
© Copyright: Михаил Метляев, 2021
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