Heaven's Light One Night In a Haunted Manor
The gray clouds hovered heavy with cold rain,
it was plain and it pained me; I have to run
to an abandoned and boarded up spooky old manor.
A whisper told me it was a kooky idea with my fate,
but I couldn't complain.
A flash of lightning illuminated, in disdain, the loomed manor.
The windows were broken and boarded up.
The door just slightly open, an invitation, daring me to go in.
Feeling helpless, with a despairing shrug;
I push the door open.
At once, I knew I should not go in.
The door creeks open and I step in.
Whoosh!
The wind invaded the manor through the door
and broken boarded up windows;
whirled around the wooden floor
playing with the dust and leaves.
It released a howling breath in the darkness,
through the silent rooms of foul sin.
A gray shade hover still in the air;
appears then disappears.
I gawk in disbelieve, superstitions, I never believed.
What is that? My thought's fear, like the beat of a drum.
A piercing whistle;
Welcome home. Dark days come.
With each swing of the clock’s pendulum, tick-tock
and the flash of light, the piercing whistle get worse.
Either I make it back out or I don't.
With Heaven's light through the purge of rain and fear,
morning arrives and sunlight pierce through.
Like a bat of hell, I run out.
Running all the way home to worrying arms.
1/5/2019
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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