Poem: One Moonlit Night When All Was Still

One Moonlit Night When All Was Still

So many times

we traveled here,

the woods so black,

the house so drear,

the tallest oaks

moved stiffly as we neared,

the broken house stood still,

with sagging porch,

ivy vines,

molded wood,

rusted screws,

shuttered panes,

a crusty, dusty, eerie place,

with webs draped

‘cross the chairs,

the wood all chewed by busy mice

who dared to gather here,

.

 one moonlit night

when all was still

we felt a presence here,

it moved with stealthy

measured steps,

drawing near,

causing fear,

we held each others' hands,

then headed for the stairs,

there we found the master’s door

unopened all these years,

and just like that

a wind stirred up

and whisked us all inside,

we found a chest of polished oak

with shining silver lock,

it sat alone inside the room

a note lay sealed on top,

 we felt the shadows swirling past

and heard a voice say

“This at last.

My secrets lie within,

But woe to those who break the lock,

A curse will soon set in.”

There’s one thing that we knew that night,

our thoughts on this were clear,

 the chest would still remain inside,

untouched for one more year.