Danger!

Warning Sign no one heeds,

Old house behind the trees,

Nimble limbs so very young

Danger ignored like songs unsung.

Broken floorboards worn and split.

Like a worn out shoe that does ’t 'fit,

Small fingers fumbling in the dust,

Holding hands they think can trust,

Suddenly a crash, a scream, a name.

There is no one left to play the game

By Marie Staniforth