House Of Sin Poem by Richard Cronin

A grand old mansion on a hill
The stately manor stands there still

In the darkness of the night
Throughout the window came a light

On the veranda I did creep
To glowing window for a peek

To filthy pane I pressed my face
To peer beyond the curtain lace

Around the great room my eyes did roam
The king of sinners on his throne

All his minions and demons there
Dancing at this banquet fair

Oh the horror there I spied
In this place where goodness died

In my fright I turned to leave
But felt a hand upon my sleeve

Oh the touch was dead and cold
I shuddered to my very soul

The breath of death was on my face
I could not leave this evil place

My lord; he said invites you in
Ah…welcome to the house of sin

Enter through the one way door
For you may leave here…. Nevermore!