Craigie Manor

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