A sinister apparition lives within
The five hundred year stones.
Trapped by a wrongful death and
Forbidden love.
He feeds on those who dare to enter his
Realm.

Incensed and driven mad beyond
Retaliation.
Destruction and annihilation by mind
Searing pain - is his delight.

Why should the white hot spears of hate
That took his life, smolder in his
Screaming flesh alone?

Each decade has seen a new proprietor
Of this retched stoned hell.
Mortals who lay their heads to sleep,
Throw gala festivals of food and spirits.

Mortises envied and so longed , once
Again the touch of warm life.
Only to be conflicted with the hatred of same.

His one crime,
He dared to love a king’s daughter.
His one passion,
The glow, smell and touch of his
Only heart.
Why then should a man’s life be stolen
And his soul tortured, only because he
Dared to love?

Murdered ten steps from the love he came
To whisk away.
Skewered with six plus one blades.
Cowards!
Take the breath of a man when
His back is turned.

My dying curse for you,
An eye will never close in rest,
less they be haunted all their
Days with his dying stare.

Yes- those who betrayed him will someday
Know his wrath.
A time will come, when their kin, born
In this time,
Will walk upon this place, and they will hear
The five hundred year stones cry out before
They feel the fire of…

Faultless death.

By: K. Mulroney
copyright 2005