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Here is one of mine..If you like it, I will post more...Bob...


A Visit To The Halls
by Bobby7

Last night, sleep eluded me, and I stared at four bare walls.
So I let my mind take me away to visit Haggard's Halls.
I knew the paths that I must take, our friend, Paul, showed us the way.
And I knew the risks of going there, and so I knelt to pray.

I prayed the Lord to let me live, and to bring to you this tale.
Then I stood before the great Hall's doors, the moon was cold and pale.
Inside, I heard such cries of pain, and shrieks from untold maimed.
And, from within, I heard a voice that was calling out my name.

The smell of blood and butchery was heavy on the air.
Dare I take the chance, and go inside, knowing well how I might fare?
The Hall's doors slowly opened wide and I peered into the haze.
Then, the keeper of this torture pit chanced to fall within my gaze.

No mortal man; So tall, so dark, with eyes as black as sin.
He howled with glee, and beckoned me; "Well, Robert!... Please step in!".
Inside I saw the cold, dank walls, adorned with hooks and chains.
And heard the cries of endless souls enduring endless pains.

Rats and spiders everywhere, and bloodstains on the stones,
And in every room within these Halls, were piles of human bones.
The cries and moans that filled the air, from victims not yet dead,
Froze my mind, and filled my heart and soul with awful dread.

I wished to run; I couldn't move, I was held by evil's power.
And I felt that I would forfeit life, and be doomed, within the hour.
Then, suddenly; I was awake, and shivering in my bed,
The cries of all those tortured souls still ringing in my head.

But; This was no dream; For I was there, inside those hateful Halls.
And I can tell you, stone by stone, the contours of the walls.
Now I lie here, and shake with fear: There's good reason for my fright.
The dreadful things I witnessed there, have turned my dark hair white!

So, stay away, and save your souls, I warn you; one and all.
I played the fool, and now I pay. Lord, I wish I'd heeded Paul.
So let Haggard's Halls, and our friend Paul, those gruesome secrets keep.

But; Woe is me, I'm oh, so tired,

*Yet,… too afraid to sleep.*

©Bobby7/2006