Doll's House

Nothing's astir, not even a mouse
In the cavernous attic there's just a doll's house
There's a hint of luminosity, but an empty light fitting
And a dark that's not pitch and is fleetingly flitting
All that's defined in the aura, monochromatic
Is the wooden construction left behind in the attic

They abandoned the lodge and left it behind
Conveniently forgot, for their own peace of mind
They switched off the gas, but left on the leccy
And took everything with them in their last reckless recce

Dankness now pervades from cellar to bathroom
Overflow pipes drain naught but a vacuum
Lifeless hearths, home to dead embers and soot
Lingering in the cold silence; yet is there a 'but'?
Something has stirred, as if ready to rouse
High up in the attic, in a doll's house
Outsiders within have found a way in
Up in the roof space their demise will begin
Steps have been climbed, they've opened the hatch
Easily raised without the hitch of a catch

They abandoned the lodge, but couldn't leave it behind
They couldn't forget, so they went back to find
Armed with hammers and axes on their final reckless recce
They went back to the attic, but she cut off the leccy

She cut off the leccy and then kept on cutting
Then helped herself, once she'd finished the gutting
Waste not, want not, her actions were drastic
And now she has eyes that are no longer plastic
Eyes that now focus on two stranger's folly
For in every doll's house there's a murderous dolly