Robin Brown Poet Free verse

Rumble Stein's: The Manor's Silent Sleeper

Rumble Stein gathered all the 
children closer to share the grim
legend of the Manor's hidden 
archives.

Rumple Stein chuckles, a dry 
and rattling sound,
As the children sit quivering 
upon the cold hammering ground.
"Deep in the Manor, past the grand,
winding stair,
A secret wall hides a terrible 
nightmare."
He taps on the stone with a 
long, yellow nail,
Spelling out the dread of a 
ghostly old tale.
"Behind the dark oak sits a
library dead,
Where the screaming spirits of
old cluster over your sleepy head."
If a curious child finds the brass 
hidden spring,
The wall swings wide open to
a terrifying thing.
Dusty shelves stretch forever
in shadows so deep,
Where a weeping gleaming ghost
never settled to sleep.
"Beware the old books wrapped 
in velvet and lace,
And never read lullabies out
in that place!"
For the moment you whisper 
those sweet bedtime rhymes,
The phantom awakens from 
ancient, dark times.
She will drift from the ceiling 
and freeze up your breath,
Singing a lullaby that traps
you in death.
Your sleepy eyes will heavy, your
body will twist and turn cold,
Another lost child for the
library to hold.

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