A Curse be on thy Home

I traveled to that curs`d dwelling,
Heart athump, swelling, swelling,
And aft mine eyes doth cast upon,
The house in which thy deeds are done,
I gazed at its un-glammour.

Brown, so brown, it reeked of root,
Moss and marble, ash and soot.
Hopeless, hopeless, stumble, stare,
Twisting, aching, in despair,
My thoughts, so clean, do clammour.

Silent screams, eluding sound.
Spinning, spinning, spinning, 'round,
Knowing that thy hand hath graced,
This spoiled, spoiled, spoiled place,
My limbs do creak and quiver.

Fright and longing, clash but wed,
Emotions, long I wished were dead.
Then tainted, tainted, tainted thought,
When sight of him, my mind doth wrought,
I shiver, shiver, shiver.

The presence of your lasting curse,
I feel it, feel it, worse and worse,
Gone, though somehow still quite there,
My affliction, rare, so rare,
Two girls now bare thy will.

Laughter was all that I heard,
Laughter, laughter, so absurd,
At what might girls so laugh upon?
But me, but me, upon their lawn!
Two girls, those girls, so shrill.