Episode 06: The House on the Hill

“It’s a myth,” they all said 
A legend, just lore
As they all turned their eyes to the hilltop once more
The road cut its path through the trees, up the rise
Though swiftly they started, averting their eyes

In the legend, you see, it was warned and foretold 
Just what would take place were a person so bold
As to cast their eyes on the windows that glowed
On the top of the hill, at the end of the road  

Look, if you dare,
Peek, if you must
For many, the word of the townfolk is enough
To keep them from wandering their eyes too far astray
But for one young boy, what a pity, that day

For he just couldn’t resist
The draw of the glow
As smoke poured from the chimney
Through the new-fallen snow
His eyes, they alighted, like a fresh fallen flake
And oh, in that moment, his fatal mistake

He found all too quickly his mind in such rapture 
Though they screamed and they shouted
The townsfolk couldn’t capture
His steadfast attention
As he started to wander
Toward the break in the trees and the road over yonder

They wailed and they cried 
For they knew what this meant 
Oh, his dear mother, how her precious heart rent 
As she watched her son make his way to the woods 
And she knew in an instant her son left for good 

Before you depart, 
Pray, heed this warning
Next time you walk
Be it evening or morning
Keep your wits about you 
And your eyeline diverted
From the flick of the curtain
From the smoke as it curls
From the glow of the windows 
And the house on the hill