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Within the Craigie Mile a manor house stands
Under sheeted rain and surrounded by shrouding fog
One night as Hell sang in the sky
A lady did run along the Craigie mile
Where she was she had no clue
The fog was so thick it shrouded all
She was a bedraggled soul in a world of gloom
Her world was grey and resonated thunder
Clothes soaked through clinging to her body
Ahead and to her left she thought she saw a glint of light
It was a light and it grew stronger

Out of the fog a Manor house emerged
What eyes watching this bedraggled soul
In each window a lantern lighted
A great white Heaven within this Hell
To the great wooden door her legs did take her
The great metal lion knocker smiled at her
Bang Bang Bang
The knocks seemed to reverberate through this haven
Feet moved towards the door from within
The door opened and there stood a young woman holding a lantern
She motioned the young lady inside
When she entered the house keeper closed the door 

The young lady was taken to a bedroom
There upon the bed a scarlet gown
The young housekeeper telling her to change her wet things 
A fire leapt warmth from the fireplace on the far wall 
Towels also were layed upon the bed
She removed her clothes drying herself with the towels
She stood by the fire smiling
She put on the red gown and looked at herself in a full mirror
She did smile at the beauty before her eyes

She knew this was the dinner gong
Picking up a lantern from a table she walked out the door
Along a great hall portraits were hung
The house seemed different now
An oppressive feeling did come over her
Each face she passed smiling at her
She walked by a door
The door opened
A scream filled the night
A skeletal hand gripped her arm
She tried to pull away
The grip was too strong

She walked down the grand staircase
This aberration escorting her
She was led to the seat of the mistress
Sitting she looked around the table
Skeleton's in all levels of putrescence 
Before them the meal
All that slithered in their graves upon the table
On the plate before her human organs
The other guests began to eat

The final horror
The master of the manner took his seat
Lucifer himself
She had found the De'il's mile
He sat at the head of the table
Up she did jump
She ran out into the night
The De'il's words ringing in her ears
We shall finish our dinner at a later date.
Another found on the De'il's Mile
Lost deep within her mind
In a Sanitorium she now does wait
Waiting to share the De'il's feast

08/01/2019
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