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The master

a once kind man

inherited from family

all the manors land

dwelling there with

his new bride

unaware of the

evil lurking inside

seldom seen outside the

dark queens rule

became the head master

at the school

slowly changing from

day to day

under the wicked houses

spell

is what the town

folk say

vanishing one day

without a trace

never to return

to this twisted

place

maybe escaping with

a maiden fair

all unaware that his body

was buried there

the mistress

no heart beating inside 

took from him

 his life

when from him

her  evil she could

no longer hide  

such a cruel

 twist of fate

that began the day

they entered dark

manors gate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 above the mantel

her picture stares

piercing brown eyes

long black hair

features like

a porcelan doll  

a monster inside

hiding it from all

cold hearted

cruel and vain

in minds left

wondering

if she was sane

lording over all

that are there

with her

demonic firey

stare

her harsh voice

heard from

room to room

brought deep

feelings of fear

and doom

for years

dwelling there

inside

a dark queen

from whom

there was no

 place to hide

until the day of

her passing

a blackened soul

in hell everlasting

 

 

dark, dismal and grey

the place of my

childhood

ungiving to the 

light of day

in the gardens

grotesque statues stand

dead and rotting 

most of the

 land

angry spirits filled

each room

forboding feelings

of sadness and doom

laughter never heard

echoing in the halls

silent portriats

gaze down from

dark walls

eyes that follow

you through out

the night

passing shadows

fleeting glimpses

out of the corners

of your sight

visions of the

images there

twisted as the

 colors of night

cold and empty

without care

immersed in dark 

dreams

returning there each night

trapped where

nothing is as it seems

wandering each and every room

breathing deep

the gathering gloom

searching for a place

to hide

to escape the

evil

deep inside

 The empty nursery

at the top of the stairs

most of my childhood

spent

hearing the vioces there

always echoing in my head

vioces of the wandering

the lost, the dead

in my visions small

children play

haunting laughter filling

 the air

my eyes the only ones

 to see them there

eternal games of

hide and seek

played in the

light of the moon

from behind open doors

tiny faces peek

chilling melodies

 heard in my sleep

their secrets in

my heart I keep.

Through the hollows

 mists rising through the trees

comes the headless rider

and his noble steed

darkened shadow agianst

the moon

racing agianst an

unseen foe

for a unweary soul to steal

riding through enternity

in a timeless chase 

night after night

through my dreams he rides

thundering hoofs, erie cries

calling my soul 

to come and follow

reaching out to me

 nowhere to run

 or hide

only a hope 

that he will

pass me by

the sound of hoofs

drawing closer

in time with the

beat of my heart

closer and closer

he rides

his sword drawn

back in his hand

the ground rumbling

where i stand

by me he passes

vanishing

into a mist

one more day

my soul survives

until the  

midnight hour

when the headless

rider

continues his ride 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

embrace the darkness

turn from the light

worship the creatures

of the night

deep in the shadows

an alter stands 

daggers held by

boney hands

melodious chanting 

filling the air

embrace the darkness 

embrace it if you dare

the spirits are calling

under the moon

your soul is drifting

thiers you will be soon

their hands are reaching

drawing you near

their ghostly vioces

 the only sound you hear

join them in their

wicked dance

join them in your

hypnotic trance

embrace the darkness

join them if you dare

embrace the darkness

join them without care.

 

Beware of midnight,when darkness comes

and shadows begin to fall

the midnight hour

when the reaper comes to call

between the living and the dead

in the doorway he stands

is this reality

or dark visions in your head

no time to run

or kneel and pleed

 one swift glance your soul

left to bleed

so when darkness comes

and shadows begin to fall

beware the reaper

hes comming to call

so of your life be weary

the wrong things make right

your lies to truth , pray for light

 in life the paths are many

the way yours to choose

 one a life complete

one your soul to loose

so when darkness comes

and shadows begin to fall

beware the reaper

he's comming to call

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