House on the Hill

Slowly I watched the darkness grow

The shadows lengthened as the light ebbed and flowed

I knew that tonight would bring a chill

As I sought the secret of the house on the hill

It was said that many had tried

And most had died

Seeking out the dark truth

But I would be the one, the only one

To know the truth with the rising of the sun

Slowly I crept up the outer walk

Looking at the windows shrouded in the dark

The whisper of a nightingale seemed to say

" This is you final trip, unless you stay away"

I opened the door slowly it did creak

I listened for a sound or a voice to speak

Passing through the foyer, my courage waning

I mounted the stairs with each step proclaiming

My trespass into this place of fright

Here on this special All Hallows night

Then I heard it as clear as could be

A voice a calling out to me

Soft and sweet as a voice could be

It must be an angel I thought as I looked to see

I opened the door and lord a feast for the eyes

Long blond hair that hung to her thighs.

Skin soft and white and eyes of blue

I pray this be not a ghost as she whispered "I want you"

Into her arms I went

Drawn by her passionate scent

I found myself lost looking into her eyes

Not hearing the warning cries

Deeper and deeper did I slide

As she took me inside

Guiding me with a soft touch

I felt her hands engulf my nuts

Passion did rise in that house that night

Passion so powerful I cannot tell

With the coming of the day

I found out my new cell

And the truth of the house on the hill

It is not ghastly like for who tolls the bell

Just horny old witches who cannot get their fill