Atop a hill facing north after a night of celebration,
Made my way home did I with mounting anticipation.
Flooded though the roads were and slickened by rain,
I ventured off towards a manor in search of needed aid.
Its lawns were well-kept and her fountains a-flowing,
But the garden was unkempt and the moss overgrowing.
My perceptions felt off alas my heart stayed keen
As this was not the first predicament in which I had been.
Drunkenly, but with haste, I departed my carriage
In order to make my way towards the front passage.
Nearing the door, a simple creak I did hear,
Approaching from behind and arousing my ear.
Proceeding as normal, I walked for a while.
The footsteps sounded not on dirt, but on tile.
As my mind attempted to explain with consideration,
I could not determine the source of causation.
With a spasmed shiver and a hearty kick,
I spun around to expose the trick
And floored myself upon the ground, hitting nothing.
The seasoned wood door opened
And a hand emerged as words were spoken.
Turning on my heels as I recovered
The face of my new host was uncovered.
His eyes looked inverted as color swapped white
And the smiling mouth beckoned with hungered delight.
With bidded caution did I draw near
As my heart sped with raw fear.
Everything faded pitch black
My memories refuse to inch back.
I awoke in a chamber, disrobed and chained,
As my limbs were pulled apart with great strain.
I plan on executing my great escape
From this ghastly inhospitable place.
The bed I am strapped to is made of wood,
I know escape is mine if it breaks as it should.
With a pull of the arm and a crunch of the ab,
The feeble frame could not withstand.
My eyes are blinded as I take off the mask
By both the harsh rays and my impossible task.
Through the door and out I go
Only to slip on the ****** floor.
Gallons and gallons all around
Anymore and I'd likely drown.
As I got on my feet, a gift I now witness
A mobile chair with ample quickness.
Sitting down and orienting the apparatus,
A gaze I threw heeding my coming status.
Four demons on horses approach me from behind
And I know now is the time to run or die.
I swing my arms violently as I try to withstand
The strain and aches of my tiring hands.
As I was about to tire, a miracle did come
Through the door I bust and tackle freedom.
Twenty years later,
I recall hazily that stormy night
And yet don't know if it was alright.
My mind recalls not what happened before
Or what had intoxicated me that fabled night of yore,
But my mind is crippled and these eyes feel sore.