Manor

I guess I'll put some sort of a summary for this poem in here, since all I put down here is telling people not to steal what I wrote, which in doubt I don't want to happen! But anyway, I'm just gonna say right off the bat, picture ain't mine. Just telling you.

Blistering night, stars blinding, a Manor waits.
Death will come from within the transport, birth of new lights.
The pullages, none to happy, seething blights.
The snow will collect red, this night, with stars blinding.
And the Manor will wait. Wait it forever will.