A stately manor

Once a stately manor

stood upon this empty lot

on the corner of Elm Street and Park Avenue

as you walked down the flower strewn path

to the welcome mat placed at my door

Beware of all who enter in

For these rooms hold ghastly memories

Come see for yourself

As the front door creeks ajar

The windows clatter

from the slightest gust of wind

This place must be haunted

these thoughts linger in your mind

as you enter into the living room

amidst clutter and debris

To your left is the old piano room

which use to be used as parlor for caskets

during funeral wakes

for family and friends to make amends

Next we come to the dining room

adorned by a black glass wrought iron table and chairs

Would you like to come upstairs?

They say Uncle Henry died up there

 

 

Reviews

[waywithwords]

I too well agree a great story in the horror section. smiles. debileah my friend, a scarey poetic look into the dark side for sure and well written with great imagery. I would stay on the ground floor my friend. HUGSxxxxAnne

[Valentine]

This sounds like the start of a really spooky story..Maybe you should continue it and turn it into a thriller..God bless...Valentine

[Morgan Storms]

Nice. I like the flow of this poem. It gave me eerie images. Well done.