Houska Castle

In the shadow's of the Gothic Renaissance period, In this age of beauty's enlightenment, and free Thinking for men, Houska Castle was built. Not as a fortification to repeal invaders, nor for Strategic positioning, nay it's thick stone walls, Were meant to keep something locked within. Steeped in folklore's mystery, it's sheer cliffs Drop upon jagged edges unmerciful rocky Points beneath. Surrounded by thickets heavy forest, in the Czech Republic mountains, it's eerie appearance, Gives one a feeling that you are being watched, by Something unnatural. As the sun light breaks through the trees, The dawn's rays push back the nights dark Embrace, exposing this a shunned forgotten Place. The ancient aristocracy commissioned it's Construction, by royal commend, not to be Blessed within but only outwardly. Called the gateway to hell, beneath a deep Holes abyss does exist, and misshapen animal Bones remain untouched. No human souls are known to walk these Unholiest of grounds. Here only the devils breed stalks, any intruders, So step ever so lightly, if thy choose to visit, For you may become it's quarry, and never leave It's darkened realm. Pace yourself, brace yourself, child of man, Listen to the inner spiritual voice within, And run for your life itself. The eyes at the windows of Houska castle, Bang their ghostly hands, against it's glass pains, Keeping rhythm, With thine own human heart beat. All adventures beware thy journey’s end, Is it truly worth the price, this quest for the thrill, Or a physical adrenals rush, the cost thy very soul. Leave this corner of darkness, unexplored, and well Enough alone. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 02-28-14