Imagine Poem by Kwai Chee Low

That house on the hill,
stood majestic against azure skies.
Quiet in the day with an eerie feel,
no one dared trespass on its path
lest spirits disturbed unleash their wrath.

Not so years ago, the owners were proud
and children's laughter held sway.
Weekend parties boisterous and loud
lingered through the night.
Now nary a sound or anyone in sight.

It witnessed murder and death,
a whole family was gone yet rumors abound
that they still walked the floors without a breath.
Not a soul would venture there,
no, not even on a bet or a dare.