House By The Railway

That house has been there
For far too long. It's the
Stuff of children's
Nightmares. Over
There across those
Unused railroad tracks,
All caked over in
Somnolent rust.
Yet I shudder to
Think of life
Without that house
Glaring back at me from
Across the tracks.
That loving pale
Blue demon
Slowly blinks
Against the sun,
I can see it
Shake, see it
Writhe. When
Will they come,
Come to put it
Out of its
Misery?