Mushroom Manor

Mushroom Manor, dark and foreboding, shimmering in the breeze Silhouetted on the hillside through the dark gnarled bleak trees She seemed to whisper, come, come, enter me, we shall be as one Then the thick swirling fog descended and Mushroom Manor had gone As the fog lifted, she reappeared, trapping and surrounding me as though I was her possession Invading me as though I was her new found groom and she did not want to let go, an obsession From inside, her windows and doors were not there, they had disappeared into walls of cold brick Then the fog descended once more and enveloped her, stealing her along with me, I felt sick I awoke in a sweat and thanked the lord for the windows and door, I did not sleep that night any more 3/01/2019