A House in the Woods

The middle of the woods.

An abandoned house,

and only partially built.

I step inside the great house.

Now at the center,

amidst the rooms incomplete.

There are dozens of rooms, that,

when gazed upon,

are quite dilapidated.

The hallways lead to nothing,

but more vacant rooms.

And there, emptiness prevails.

Searching for a sign of life,

I continue on.

Nothing but dust and darkness.

I travel two floors below,

and three floors above,

all five floors of the house, grim.

This is not a place I want,

I shouldn’t be here.

I awaken, wondering.

.

In two years, I fall asleep.

A house in the woods.

It’s a familiar place.

I venture into the house.

The rooms from before.

The same ones, yet different.

The hallways are orderly.

They serve a purpose.

The house connects as it should.

The first floor is tidy

The rooms are now clean.

They look ready for good use.

The basement is now solid.

A firm foundation.

The house is secure on it.

.

Two more years, sleep comes again.

The same woods and house.

Now a mansion of great form.

It is no longer all dark.

Once a labyrinth,

From which there was no escape.

Now for many, it’s a home,

fit to live in.

Many rooms are now complete.

Friends and family within,

occupy the floors,

living happily inside.

I venture to the basement,

The lower foundation,

There I find an ancient man.

The man is giant, and wise.

I ask him who he is.

He tells me wonderful things.

“I have been here since before,

this house was built, and,

protect it,” I am the house.