Tonight, the old manor is in the spotlight of a rare Blue Moon,
Draped in a sinister macabre, in its walls an imminent threat loom.
Once prosperous its inhabitants doomed by a terrible curse,
Punishment for their cruelty, one that cannot be reversed!
It was a grand mansion, now dilapidated and covered with creeps,
Its broken walls afflict remorse that will haunt one very deep.
Outside, the lush green flora has turned to dried thickets,
What speaks now is dead silence, not even the noisy crickets!
They have to pay a heavy price for every life they have torn,
By paying a debt to darkness through the sacrifice of their newborns.
An infant born this night when agony and despair blooms,
Will be the harbinger of death, it will be devils heirloom!
As the howling vengeful wind lashes making the floorboard creak,
Underneath a hidden basement child-like critters growl and shriek.
Far from a distance, one can hear the ominous Banshee’s song,
Forming as orange orbs, the suffered souls have also come along!
A revengeful doing of an intimidating gypsy witch illtreated when mortal,
In the afterlife, wields the power of fallen angels, long-feared immortals.
Appearing as a fire breathing gargoyle, through a blue beamed portal,
To avenge her tribe, her wrath on this family is extremely brutal!
The flying demon circles the dying castle, scorching its drylands,
From the moonlit light pillars, dark entities descend on this Ashland.
The sky is gleaming blue, while the ground is burning red,
In its smoky remnants, walks strange creatures of the undead!
Ill-fated lady of the house is going to give birth to her thirteenth child,
The prophecy says it will be inhuman, ravenous and beastly wild,
It will feast upon its folks, against its power humans will remain docile,
It will bring an end to the family line, freeing them from the hexed exile!
The rise of the hideous prince taints a dark beginning,
Cheered through snarls by its half- breed fairy siblings,
Long replaced by the dark fae, in form of fiendish changeling,
A sinful gift to the manor, to commence its inevitable ending!
The manor is a forsaken, ghostly abandonment from this very night,
A plethora of supernatural beings have assembled to witness this sight.
If not ripe with gluttony, it’s grace and fame would have remained,
But evil has its way to take control, whom we should blame!