This is a house of lies
These hallways can disguise
The players and the gamblers
Vying for the prize
This house is full of ghosts
These evil, spectral hosts
Whisper words to damn you
Darken souls the most
The politics of sin
Within these walls begin
You barter all the loyalties
Believing you can win
This house within, without
It knows what it’s about
And should you try to exit
It will not let you out
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
“This house within, without
It knows what it’s about”
i want to kiss your poem
Go right ahead! I can see the poem coyly blushing, LOL. Thank you so much!! 🙂
😀 ever wondered whether your poems are a he or a she?
What an interesting question….this one could be either really, LOL.
I think it’s safer not to pursue this conversation 😀
LOL. 🙂
nice poem
Thanks so much!! 🙂
no problem
not sure about this one yet, my fault though, not yours … hums Hotel California 🙂
Interesting… hadn’t consciously thought about Hotel California, though it is one of my favourite songs so maybe there was unconscious inspiration there. The actal inspiration for the poem was far more prosaic…I was idly perusing my DVD collection and saw my box set for the series House of Lies, and that term got into my head and the poem was the reslut, LOL. 🙂