In a flicker of moonlight
Where the brave fear to tread
Upon the west side of the moor
Lives a place of powerful intent
In mists and blizzards, it stood through them all
And even when the metropolis came to call
Industry and revolution marked the land around but left the place alone, solid and sound
It stood for sixty years and sixty years more
“no one has come and gone, in that time, for sure”
“It’s definitely haunted, or something of that score”
Remarked those who lived around who whispered in fear
Surely the housewives and lonely men knew that the place was always empty
It’s foolish to think it through
For the house stands alone
As we must too
By Samuel Fawcett
“no one has come and gone, in that time, for sure”
Parisian Poetry 