IN A DUSTY, ANCIENT MANOR

In a dusty, manor
Hidden beneath the floor,
Ancient evil lurks.

Floorboards creaking
Though nothing living stirs,
No-one ever dares enter.

Only phantoms dwell
In this dilapidated place,
Nothing dares come.

Hidden in the night
Shadowy figures stirring,
Nothing living here.

Dust demons appear
Scaring trespassers away,
In the outside world.

Even mice refrain
From entering the manor,
Nothing good lives here.
An evil old house
Once home to great gentry,
Now only skeletons.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia