A Story Poem for Monday
Ruins of a castle,
the ghosts of times long past
They'll haunt you going in
their ancestors will growl
And it'll be sad there
You'll wish you hadn't gone
I was in there one time
sickened by what I found
Mummified in his chair
Uncle Nick bound in chains
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Jailed man picture: Nicolas Fouquet and replica prison cell in the
Vaux-le-Vicomte Castle cellar. (click on picture to enlarge)
My photo, 2009. Read about it,
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Labels: Fiction, Real Toads, Story, Syllabic Form, Wordy Monday, Wordy-Thursday
posted by Jim @ 9/02/2019 11:05:00 PM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Now THAT would be a slow and tortured death. Even more horrible to know it really happened. Some humans can be so barbaric, and it seems we havent evolved much.
What a terrible end... I wonder if there is any rest for such a soul.
Yikes! This is incredibly dark and well written, Jim.
Curiously I went to Vaux-le-Vicomte castle over sixty years ago and Nick wasn't on show there then! He must have voted against the EU.
Very eerie tale, Jim. Love the ending.
horrifying. can't imagine being chained and iron masked like that (but I do love the movie!)
so intriguing and shocking but a thrilling poetic story
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