Doll House

There on the shelve with wooden walls of white

sits a dollhouse that was lost in time

it's battered and scared with a hidden dark secret.

For this dollhouse is unlike any other

it sits in a room filled with puppets that gaze down from soulless glass eyes

yet this dolls house holds its own doll family inside.

Their dresses of Victorian and Edwardian elegance

their china faces pale and simple with rosy cheeks and simple lips

yet watch carefully, for something is not right.

Look though the window see the dolls neatly placed

some sitting at a table while others stand by doorways

but watch a shadow dart across the hall

see the shadow standing on the stairs.

This shadow moves within this house locked in time

yet only the bravest ever see this darting shadow

for only the bravest will look though the windows of this forgotten house.

Look once more though the window

do not let your shock surprise you

for what you will see will not be the same, look see what has changed.

See the dolls sitting at the table still? See their faces turn to look back at you.

The dolls standing by the door? See them now laying on the floor.

This little dollhouse, beater and bruised in a time locked view

holds a secret unlike any other

shadow children with whispers soft within the echoing rooms

dolls that twist and turn their heads in ways that should not be possible

sometimes their are standing, laying or sitting,

but these dolls are never still, they are always moving.

So watch them carefully within their merry home

placed safely on the shelf

for within the room of dolls is a dolls house lock in time

with the shadows of the past that never left

living out a life from echoing hands never seen.