Ghost Tower

Ghost Tower Jane is that person to take the unknown path Fear is her friend, she knows no other way Friends and family warned of dangers grave Told her not to go to the tower, twisting in the forest A moonless, starless, black clouded night her only guide She took young Billy with her as a shield In hopes of engaging him with experience and fear They climbed 2,000 dusty stairs when they arrived Billy cried out but only for an hour Fatigue set in, filled both with anxiety, along the winding way Monstrous screams came from the unholy spirits top Blood came flowing from their ears Each step brought them colder to the ghoulish goal Lost souls approached in demon forms Pulled poor Jane and Billy up and out a window Held them by the throat and screamed We want to kill you now but that would serve no purpose They placed chains around their necks Gave orders to take brooms and mops To clean the cursed chamber first before the drop Created on 10/17/14 for Ghost Stories – Poetry Contest