Poetry/Prose/Proverbs

The Overbearing Darkness

      Sam walked through the rustic archway, Stepping softly as if to not wake a slumbering beast. His eyes moved sharply from the direction of the main doors to the side window at the end of the long driveway. Doors that were once used as gateways into another world of pristine and shinning décor, mixing with the allure of handsome young men with Omega watches and beautiful women draped over their arms. Only Sam was left in the splintered wooden doorframe now, the small window that Sam had considered against entering through barely held the remains of the once polished pane of glass with a splintered frame.

His ash black hair waved through the darkness as Sam picked up pace through the dilapidated grand hall, almost racing up the grand staircase, tripping on fallen roof tiles and large banister trimmings, yelping in pain as he clattered against the marble statue that loomed over the double staircase splitting the moonlight across the twin staircase, halving the nightlight and gloomy dark, straight down the double set of slightly curving staircase. Sprinting now, putting the searing pain in his left leg from smashing into the goliath looking man-statue on the landing out of his mind. Slowing in pace, the seventeen year old listened into the midnight sky, pressing his ear into the chill June breeze as if talking to a old loved one that was a little hard to understand. The sounds that bustled and squirmed around the tired and old Hengrove mansion, welcoming the darkness that was pushing through the cracks and creaks, slithering through old door frames and moss covered brickwork, all the sounds that should be in the house were there, all but the one sound he wanted to hear, although the darkness petrified him. The silence that stood around him, beat back his nerves and spurred him on, faster than he had ever ran. Running past the deathly picture of the mansions past owner, its eyes followed him down the long corridor as he passed two of the three locked closets and the main bathroom. Spinning on his heels, Sam approached the closed door to the final closet, this one was also locked but Sam had the key, pulling out his rusty set of master keys, Sam fondled the set with his sweaty fingers, searching for the right key, to end the living nightmare that was facing him just beyond this door.

“Please God Please” He shouted in a hoarse whisper, turning the lock, opening the door slowly wishing that there was in fact nothing in the closet but more empty bleak darkness.

But there wasn’t. She was there. In her dirty and deformed cot. Annabel led motionless  on top of  her sodden and wet bed. Quiet.

Fires in the deep

There is a fire in the deep

Children scream and flee

Women stand and weep.

The fire rages strong

Hate stands around

Life is just wrong.

Where is Joy?

Hope is gone like a light

Thrown away like a toy.

The people are held with chains

Nothing can stop their pain

Despair reigns.

But the light still burns.

Nothing can stop humanity

That’s what I’ve learnt.

The spark of rebellion lights

Plans are made in the dark

We’ve won the will to fight

The people charge and rebel

The enemy are thrown down

And then gone, like a spell

So no matter what they say,

Let this be a lesson to you

The Brits are here to stay!