THE DARKENED MANOR
Dare ye enter the darkened manor,
Beyond the moor, beneath the oak?
Dare ye enter, where a ghostly cantor
Appears and demands that truth be spoke!
Within these walls, a young lord once took
A young girl’s life and innocence,
And ever since, a lonely spirit shook,
Filled with strife, seeking recompense,
Yes, I dare to enter the darkened manor,
To speak of justice for unsettled scores,
Lonely spirits should no more banter,
Through these halls, beyond the moor,
Be at peace, lonely spirit,
Be still, for now I tell,
The young lord’s soul, don’t fear it,
He now doth dwell in Hell.
SOUTHERN WRITER 