A Night in Eerie Castle. By CpSingleton © 2016
Whispers around the turrets,
Footfalls down the halls,
Drips in the new-paint plaster,
The owl outside; she calls.
Noises in this medieval castle,
Singing all is not how it seems,
When down below, to rip the air,
The pierce of a lady’s screams.
Could this be the ghosties;
The forlorn spirits of the dead?
Excitement in my chest bursts and
Paints a smile upon my head.
I mute the wonky veletision.
My ears strain within new silence.
Ready for the slightest utterance
Of age-old phantasmic violence.
Then it comes again my friends:
The same tender, high pitched moan.
Then to add an extra layer
The lady lets out an exaggerated groan.
I leave the comfort of the bed and
Stride barefoot to the door.
Intent to catch the ghostie-whosts
If they let vent a screech once more.
It comes AGAIN! Louder!
Followed by the groaning of a male!
In the dark, wearing just my shorts
I think I’ve found my ghostie grail!
I step into the deserted hallway,
The noises bouncing off the walls!
Both male and female intertwine
Like wolves at moonlight calls.
It’s then that my poor hearts sinks
Behind my ribs and pecks:
The noise is coming from next door
As two noisy gits have sex!
Back I shuffle to my room.
Cursing both the noise and their luck.
Wondering if they know
That we can hear the ffffire ALARM!