The wooden floor creaked under her tiny shoes,
Reasoning among the walls of the confined room.
On the brown desk, a handwork clock tinkled ten times.
Two weeks old dishes stacking beneath the dark gloom.
The old man stared through his wide opaque glasses,
Grey beard putrefying as an old cedar's roots.
He took off his brown coat, a temporary moult;
Sharply closing the main door like he felt a jolt.
The creepy atmosphere charged up with some distrust-
A lonely light bulb sparkled quickly, then vanished.
Thunders through windows, barely enough to see shapes,
This whole place represented nothing but disgust.
Stopping his wine up
He sat on the rotten bed
And gestured the little girl to come closer
Wrapping his arm around her
"Sweetie, would you like to see my plush rabbit?"