the house of haunts stands alone
atop
a hlll that looms over and
above
like saturated cumulonimbus
clouds
anvil-shaped pressing down
on us ants
below
towering over tresspassers like a lone
tom
peeping in on a torrid affair in a
secluded
off-road motel
but no affair could ever be the blame for this
malignant
manor of menacing memories
the mephistophelian
monstrosity
a mystery solved by its very name
gamed
the story of its inhabitants
displayed
as the tour continues
on
room by room
each contemptuous cooridor
chilling
and shilling the wanton wanderer
into a permanant
residence
the foyer a fascinating find
filled
forever with the hope of new
beginnings
an entrance into to otherwise
haunted
hallways and caustic chambers
hollow
horrid cloistered cries
come
from within the weary western wing
where
one soul was abandoned and
weaponized
so that no one would draw
near
every one of the other rooms
emptied
and entirely emaciated
as if the sullen structure was
starved
of sustainability
the wall stones weathered
away
to reveal embossed
imprints
of the malevolent memories
mercilessly
mobilized by activity within
faces
forever fomenting fears
formed
in the forgotten woodwork
framed
and whittled by a ghost
glazed
with the glitter of what used to be
there
the ghoul stands translucent
goring
me with garish eyes that will not be
satiated
sorrow stays its course in the dead
delinquent
of serenity in life
dormant
in its deliberate and dominant
stare
the ghost reaches, raising the need for
recession
sadly, we turn to find the foyer
missing
and its door now
forgotten
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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- Published: March 2nd, 2025 07:43
- Category: Gothic
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It would seem that every community would have at least one such house! And growing up we had our share of scares and dares revolving around such places. The effect on me at this time/reading is like a time travel poetry ππ»π
Awesome! Yay! Thank you so much, dear friend, for your time and your feedback. Glad the poem evoked such memories and effects. π» Much appreciated! πβ€οΈ
Youβre welcome, friend ππ»π
Gothic indeed and dark. A good choice of images to present the story. Well written in a unique style. Very nicely done
Thank you so much, my friend. It had been a while since I ventured into anything truly Gothic. But my muse won't let that lay dormant within me for too long! Glad that it delivered and that you enjoyed it. Your time and your feedback are always looked forward to and appreciated, Soren. Many thanks! πβ€οΈ
Dark, haunting yet entertaining read, I really like the layout, enjoyed
Yes! Glad that the layout resonated and that you found it entertaining, my friend. You're time and thoughts are always appreciated! β€οΈπ
You are very welcome
Dang it! Leave me trapped in your hellish nightmare, will you?! My la! As if my hours sleeping or waking weren't labeled as nightmares anyway, now you leave me clutching my collar as if the poison will yet slip through and eat my skin off me while I stand. Gorgeously rendered with consonance and alliteration and all those fun effects of the trade until I don't know where to begin, chockful of imagery to die for, the poignancy is what eats me alive. Thank you for sharing.
π€£ You are welcome my friend. Thank you for your time and your feedback. I am glad the ending had that effect, which is what I was obviously hoping for. I truly always look forward to and appreciate your take on my work, Missy. Hope you had a great Sunday! β€οΈπ
Ahh, it's the mother-in-law's house! lol.
Your mother-in-law's last name wouldn't happen to be Bates, would it? π€£ If so, steer clear. Since closing down the ol' motel, they've opened up an Oedipal Arrangements* shop. π€£ Anyway, my dear friend, thank you so much for your time and the heads up on whose house it is! π Much appreciated!
*A play on the USA company, Edible Arrangements, similar to Berry Bouquets, Fruity Lux, and Edible Bouquets in the UK.
Dark, haunting and beautiful. Thoroughly enjoyed the read π
Thank you, my friend. Glad you did! Hope you had a great weekend! β€οΈπ
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