Chillingham Castle

Heart a flutter, nerves asunder,
I venture darkened moors to plunder.
I seek out answers to all my questions,
Stories of whispers and apparitions.

Castle of old stands alone,
Hundreds of years of grim behind stone.
Spectres in wander in timeless lair,
Uncomfortable atmosphere ensues despair.

2am visual in courtyard alone,
I await all that offers in wraith or groan.
Stories of children submerged in the lake,
These lands of age carry memories so bleak.

I await in dusk somewhat carefree,
I watch and listen and breathe carefully.
Rain falls softly onto my brow,
When something alerts my sense of now!

A clatter of cutlery and chiming and bell,
My reaction delayed and then my heart fell.
My breath shortened and in awe I held still,
My heart skipped a beat captured in thrill.

The clock had been broken and with no one around,
I was astonished and frightened by resonance of sound.
It happened so briefly and yet carried on forever,
Or so my sense deluded, my reality in sever.

The first of many of surreal events,
Enchanted my mind, its power immense.
This castle of gloom holds secrets to be told,
The most haunted castle in Britain behold!