I see the house in the distance, it looks me straight 

in the eye. 

Its chimneys and towers are like daggers, piercing 

holes in the sky.

Shutters have freed from their bolts and flap like the 

wings of a bird.

The storm rages around me, suddenly I don’t feel so 

prepared.

The old dark trees that surround me shake violently 

side to side.

Each step I take is a step too far, but now I've got 

nowhere to hide.

I can almost feel the houses anger, an anger it can't 

contain.

And as the lightning strikes its walls, there seems 

hatred in its aim.

Those flashes light up the windows, for a second and 

no more.

Did I really see those people there, I can't say I did 

for sure?

But now I see them again, in every window I see a 

sad face.

And I notice an empty window, I think they've saved 

me a place.

A place for the non-believers, a window all of my own. 

In the house full of lonely people, a house I can now call 

home