Choices

betwwen life and death

 

I agreed to this little trip thinking, I was going to a stress free place

Now they we have arrived, a stress free place, no, one of the most haunted places in the United States

This place is known and infamous, being a place caught between time and space

Those that once lived here, most of the ended up, with a horrific fate.

 

This old place is steeped in beauty, if not knowing the history here, it could be considered one of the most beautiful places on Earth

I feel the wind warmly blowing through the old oak trees, for a minute, I forget, the stories related to this place

In the back of my mind, remains the thought, the supernatural here, I am on their turf

All the flowers here, it seems the old house is framed in some sort of flowery lace.

 

Back in the nineteenth century, is when all the traumatic, horrible stories occurred

What really makes my skin crawl, there were innocent children involved

For over a hundred years the spirits remained bound to this place, because of all here that occurred

What happened here, there is no way the problem could ever be solved.

 

People died here, whether an accident or not

Lives were cut short, especially the children, in physical life, they were never able to pursue their hopes or dreams

The children in a world so huge, they seem trivial, just like little dots

The person, that killed the children, I can't blame her, it went wrong, her intention, her scheme.

 

I don't blame her, because she was a slave, and them before the Civil War, life of a slave was very hard

Being a female, just made life for a slave a lost worse

A female slave, against the master and his intentions, had to play the right card

Being a black female slave in those days, was such a curse.

 

If I had been in her shoes, I might have done the very same thing

She was protecting what she thought was best for her interest, the only thing I guess she figured she could do under the sun

She was even murdered for her mistake, Chloe was her name, I guess her hell was to this place to forever cling

A stress free trip, I don't think so, as I stand on the land of Louisiana's Myrtle Plantation.