The Mystique Man of Manor
After early fall of winter dusk it was getting dark
I completed the day’s tiring geological field work
In the desolate moor of the Scottish Highland
I was driving fast on the road around wetland
The car got stuck in mud, I couldn’t take it out
I was in for trouble in wilderness, I’d no doubt
But luckily I spotted a Victorian manor not far
Before the nightfall I hurriedly walked up there
Desperately knocked on the wooden door carved
It creaked, opened by an old man looked starved
He let me inside dusty living room dark and stale
Greeted by toxic smoke of dim lantern to inhale
His curled lips quivered, faintly asked, ”you hungry?”
I was glad this kind man was taking good care of me.
He disappeared in the dark bolting the front door
A long while he didn’t return, I decided to explore
Down the hallway out of a room I saw streak of light
I peeked within, saw he was stone still, sitting upright
Arms stretched out clasping a human skeleton close
Not looking at me he said, “your destiny you chose
This one is old, I need a new one for my salvation”
From his tone I knew that was not a false narration
Cold sweat streamed down my jelly spine in shiver
I escaped through the backyard door, ran to the car.
January 22, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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