The Manse On The Moors

A subject I'm inordinately fond of: Old Houses!

Tall iron gates

That mutter of authority

Beyond which lie fields

Barren and bleak

Fence of stone topped with

Crenellations of Ravens

Keeping watch with keen eyes

Above leaf shrouded creek

The manor of grey stone

That rears all alone

And lies atop 

The rise…

The windows tight shuttered

Cause one to shudder

At their semblance

To moribund eyes

The long neglected lane

Now approaches in vain

The portico thru which

No one enters

Save spectres that scream

Silently…hauntingly and seem

As fleeting as wishes 

…in a dream…