One Night In a Haunted Manor
For so many years my one desire was to stay all night in a haunted manor
With candelabras to lighten my way, heated by the warmth of a welcome fire
Haunted perchance by a lady in white over the years such yearnings to find her
Whilst visiting a medieval Maiden’s Tower atop of an ancient manor house
I entered a room closed to the public, trying to escape a marauding mouse
In the late afternoon as I explored further, through a creaky oak door I emerged
A cell like room so sparse and small, apart from a bed there was nothing at all
Feeling sleepy I laid upon the bed, as slowly my imaginings began to take over
I felt the presence of a fragile young girl, as falling asleep I could hear her weep
Locking her away for so many years; her family was told that she was insane
But really she was just misunderstood, such a waste of a life never let out again
So cruelly imprisoned for so many years, eventually she did lose her mind
When finally she died, her spirit remained; unable to leave it was left behind
Listening to her story I showed her compassion, and persuaded her spirit to rest
For until her spirit was able to leave, her poor sweet soul was left unblessed
On waking at dawn I was cold and alone and I wondered was this all a dream
but there on the floor the white dress she wore, her soul now at peace it would seem
3rd January 2019
Competition: One Night In A Haunted Manor
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
4th placement in a Premier contest
Ultimate January 2019
Brian Strand
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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