The House

Curses upon my soul Immortal
A cant of Beggars bare
Forbidden to enter such hallowed portal
We can only stop and stare.
What rare pleasures lie within?
What unseen delights lie hidden?
Dare we cast our lot with sin?
Dare we enter, though unbidden?
An ordinary house upon the bank
Of a river wild and raging
Swallowed whole by decay, thick and rank
Once glorious, now aging.

Curses upon my Mortal heart,
A song of Thieves once rich,
Such tales and stories torn apart,
Now lie dying in a ditch.
What revelries we did partake in!
What delights that we indulged!
How grand it was to dance with sin!
Oh, the secrets that were divulged!
The house that looked so nondescript
Standing quietly amongst such decay
It's illusion we grabbed and ripped
It's glory brought back in our own way.

"No apologies, no regrets, Enter if you dare,
All whims granted, Pleasure guaranteed."
Says the sign on the door of my house so rare
Should you pause in your mundane life, long enough to read