They Walked Alone

They found the spot where it would sit

A quiet place far from the bustle

Nestled on the edge of the black witch wood

One lonely wind make the oak leaves rustle

The land that they would now call home

And from the beginning they walked alone

The lane winding up to the house

Was perfectly canopied by the trees

During the day looked like a painting

The kind that are only seen in dreams

This beautiful place all to their own

And on that lane they walked alone

Out back there was a whitewashed shed

With garden plots all around

A stream ran by away from the house

Near a twisted oak where they’d sit down

Talking and laughing with gayish tones

But inside the house they walked alone

Inside was warm with a roaring fire

During the long winter months of snow

They would craft, bake and play piano

While frigid air against the panes did blow

Lamps in all of the windows shown

As behind closed doors they walked alone

Lived here they did for many years

Not care or want for outside things

When something that was bound to happen

Came swiftly as an early spring

The flowers in the garden grown

While each night they walked alone

They decided to finally tear it down

That lonely house upon the hill

Empty it stood for eons of time

After the family had all been killed

How or why we have never known

But they that walked there they walked alone