Banebury Hall

Accurséd be the refuge of Baneberry Hall, For those who shelter there, Where the lingering spirits stalk the night From depths of great despair; And the walls they breathe as tho’ of life From her ruins upon the tor, For those who’ve ponder asylum there Now trudge forevermore! O’ beware the lure of Baneberry Hall, As souls are many there immured, Thus the whispers upon thine ear Shall herald thy fate assured! Alas, the walls they breathe as tho’ of life, As ye step forth into her lore Where thus the dead yet seek the spark That alights the evermore! Each night doth stir at Baneberry Hall, For shadows stalk the still, And hands reach forth from mortar and stone With an everlasting chill; And thus the walls they breathe as tho’ of life, As darkness treads upon the tor Where spirits forsake their earthen depths To roam forevermore! Woe be he who shall take his shelter midst The confines of Baneberry Hall, Where upon those cold and wuthering eves The unhallowed comes to call; Then the wind shall howl the walls to life, The mist shall hammer upon each door And silence shall summons those spirits lost From the evermore! Leave a fire to flicker within the hearth, If the silence be thy fear, Lest the darkness and its phantoms yet Be somewhere lurking near! O’ hearken nigh the walls that breathe, Be e’er watchful at the door, And slumber not, and fear to dream, As there lies the evermore! Ne’er take the refuge of Baneberry Hall, Lest ye too be of her keep, For the myriad spirits there of ages past Are nevermore to sleep; The walls they breathe as tho’ of life Tho’ the silence speaks of life no more; O’ steer thy way from those ghastly ruins That loom upon the tor!