Number 12
[u][b]The House of Liquid Dust[/b][/u]
Built upon stones so weathered,
Held together by dull cement, without lust,
Is a house that looks to be tarred and feathered,
'Tis the house of Liquid Dust
The rickety steps and boarded-up door,
Which drip with a liquid so murky and opaque,
Are not the only guards of the dingy gore,
They hide and watch, always awake.
The souls are bound,
They guard, though a burden,
And the house sits sound,
Save the drip, drip, drip of the dust seeming lurdan
Alas! They approach, hot and bothered,
They make to hurt, to harm, to foul,
They heard you, though unknowingly you hollered,
Here they be, they've no true face, no jowl
Built upon stones so weathered,
Held together by dull cement, without lust,
Is a house that looks to be tarred and feathered,
'Tis the house of Liquid Dust
~ Hedge