The rain was dropping through the ceiling

A house beheld a happy family

Empty,forgotten not a singe living thing

Children played, adults laughed, nothing more lively

Before the paint had washed off of the walls

Little girls were playing with their dolls

Before the windows had shattered

from the kitchen once came joyful chatter

Before cracks broke through muddy floors

Children were running through the corridors

Before the furniture had been destroyed

Guests regaled themselves overjoyed

Before the facades had turned grey and brown

it was the most charming house in town

Before the lanterns had fallen to the ground

Family an friendship formed the perfect bond

Now, there was nothing left

other than the subtle breeze singing along

the untold melody of a forgotten song.