Tell No Truths, Tell No Lies

A poem inspired by Joseph Vargo's Darklore Manor (and by extension all other haunted mansions). The poem tells a story with a delectable twist at the end

Upon the hill there stands alone

A dark and grim manor abode

Forgotten, forbidding it calls to thee

Thus on Hallows night we enter three

 

Lightning crackles and thunder peals

An old dog howls and a small girl squeals

Yet into the manor we three must go

To face an old and powerful foe

 

Upon the stoop we hesitate

"Turn back now! It’s not too late!"

Oh how we wish’d we had learn'd

Not to go where the heart don't yearn

 

The door slams shut - too late now

The silence heavy and oh so loud

The darkness thickens even more

What horrors lay beyond the door?

 

The handle turns, it opens in

The den of this eternal sin

We turn to run, but cannot move

It drags us into its lonely tomb

 

They soon found us, within a day

But what we saw, we dare not say

Our sallow skin, our sunken eyes

We tell no truths, we tell no lies...

 

That foul night forever chang'd me

I am but one mind to house us three

In that manor dark and grim

Fear doth sing a haunting hymn.

Author's Note

Just a poem I wrote to commemorate Halloween (despite not actually celebrating it over her in Australia). I hope you enjoy it.