The heart

Fallen leaves

Guide along the path

To a destination

Of which no one speaks

 Deserted towns

A crooked house

With a door that creaks

 In the corner

Velvet red chair

The fire place is blazing

Lost in thought

Wondrous mind

Heart’s questions are raising

What is the heart

Where is the heart

What does it do

And does is feel?

Does is beat,

Does it love,

Does it hate

Does it still exist

When the heart stops beating

And when terror struck upon this town

Could anyone have known

That his shaking ground was only fleeting

-RP