The Red House

(of Death)

Kenneth Vincent Walker

A long gray row of

Cracked stone steps

Each with the name

Of a lost child crudely

Etched on the surface

Leading up to The Red

House dilapidated over

Years of neglect. Some

Say there lives a Witch;

Some say these woods

Are hexed; some say if

You see The Red House

That it’ll not let you leave

Once it draws you on in.

The Red House is hidden

Very deeply in the woods,

Possesses a dubious past,

Stained in innocent blood.

Its reputation well known;

All the locals around town

Call it “The Red House of

Death,” because it calls to

One softly, you enter in, yet

Will not find your way out

Again, or so the legend says.

Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" poet, spoken word artist, performer and author of Borderline Absurd (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason), published by Poem Sugar Press/ Community Arts Ink 2015. More recently his work has been widely published in online magazines, journals and blogs. Kenneth is originally from Buffalo, NY and completed his higher education in Canada. He now resides in South Central Pennsylvania where he performs his brand of poetry at various venues throughout the region.