The Cabin

This is a poem about a cabin far off the regular path of local society, in the woods.

There was a cabin I dare not go
Far into the woods, where little light showed
Surrounded by tree's, with crows on every limb
Left you short of breath, for it was nothing but grim.

A Door step made of wood, and broken in half
Where insects would crawl out, as if on command
The presence of a human was all but forsaken
By this place in the woods nature had taken.

On the inside there was mediocre upholstery
With lamps at the side and pictures noticeably
Wore down by all the mold, and pesky termites
Nothing could be found without a searchlight.

The Faces shown were old, and decrepit
Their names they were given were Bennet and Emmet
The house abandoned for ages still intact
Was a building in question, as if putting on an act.

Casting an image that attracted the wicked
Became a place of hauntings, something of interest
For those who walked in, never came back 
This cabin in the forest, far off the beaten path.