Walls of the manor ,
cold desolate crusts of darkness ,
scorching crumbles of death
ravished by starving vultures.An icy giggle pierces through
from the withered hemlock outside.
For a moment , the night glows blue
and the owls rush to hide.Roots of the hemlock ,
dry ropes of hanging skeletons ,
of horrid ancient bones
and rotten flesh at the sole.A horrible thud of crashing mound,
pillars upon pillars loudly fell.
Screams and shrieks the only sound
for the tragedy that befell.Walls of the manor ,
falling and crashing in madness.
It glows in icy giggles,
and in ancestral blood structures.
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Poetry** A poetry collection ** Best Ranking : #1 in Poetry -- 21/06/2022