The House

I remember well,

When we used to dwell,

Two brothers,

In that house from hell

 

But I was lucky,

For I escaped,

Before the hour,

Of night was late

 

The shuttered doors,

Creaked and groaned,

Unholy moans,

As I lay alone

 

But my poor brother,

In another room,

Slept alone,

So near to doom

 

He knew not,

Of this evil house,

What our heirs,

Would never share

 

Until that night,

When I took fright,

Leaving him alone,

To die or fight

 

Down those stairs,

As they creaked,

I heard my brother,

Start to weep

 

I turned once more,

To face that place,

With rude fear,

Upon my face

 

Then all at once,

I heard the wind,

Knowing that,

I had sinned

 

Before my eyes,

I saw the sight,

And heard the wail,

Of an evil wight

 

Its ghostly shape,

Of an evil wraith,

Grey and misty,

Formed a dark cape

 

In my fear,

I swooned and fell,

In that howling wind,

I could not tell

 

If that weeping sound,

Which I heard before,

Was my brother's moans,

Or the creaking door.

Reviews

[Rebecca Rogers]

The rhyming flowed perfectly. I loved it. Of course, you know how I love some supernatural pieces :D


Before my eyes,
I saw the sight,
And heard the wail,
Of an evil wight

I love these lines. I don't think I've ever heard "wight" before. Very different. I like how you used old English throughout the piece.

Nice work! :)

[Wycked]

Kewl and Creepy ....I really liked it ....I got the chills thinking about being in a big house dark, cold, and drafty...great job

[Angelic Darkness]

This is a creepy poem...and your images made me see and feel this house.

These are my favorite lines:
The shuttered doors,

Creaked and groaned,

Unholy moans,

As I lay alone


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