The Dark House

by Eden Attenborrow aged 9

I have lain dark forever
Ivy tumbles down my walls
My dark windows have no curtains
No pictures hang in the halls
I have missed the lights in my windows
With that wonderful warm glow
No head lies on the pillows
Here I am, standing alone.
My name was ‘The Ivy’s’
And now I’m cold to the bone!

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