Shackles' Poetry Corner

At the Castle

Leaves fall into the darkness of night,
As shadows dance in silvery light;
Autumn winds chill the core
Of human souls before our door.

Mysterious sounds fill the air,
Is someone else standing there ?
Whispers rise and fall away,
As haunting images beg to play.

Icy cold is the touch of death;
Nothing hotter than demon breath,
And both are felt on clammy skin
As the portcullis rises to let you in.

Fear and excitment fill your veins;
Did the Doctor just size your brain ?
Ghosts and ghouls at every turn;
Floating candles with an eerie burn.

Games of the dead lead your way
As knarled fingers beg you to stay.
Screams and howls echo the halls,
While vampires lurk behind moving walls.

Disbelief can curb your fear
On this, the darkest night of the year,
But when it is all said and done,
Are you sure that no one followed you home ?