A Poem about Demons and Deception
December 13th 2008 07:41
Haunted House of Mr. Jones
Mr. Jones
By N. Bartling
The Jones’s lived in the house on the hill
The one with the lofty dead trees.
Their lives were secluded away from the rest
No one dared try to visit the house on the hill
That could lead to a dark dreary end
So the town’s folks they stayed in their houses all day
This a problem that no one could mend
The stories were told of the ones on the hill
Too terrifying to repeat here this day
So the Jones’s were left in their large perched retreat
All alone in their mansion they stayed
Then one day a man from a far away place
Came walking right down through their town
He was a man well traveled with a mystical face
And with stories of riches abound
They told this dark man all the stories they knew
Of the house at the top of their town
They asked for his help to destroy the old Jones’s
At a time when no one was around
The dark man just nodded and started his walk
On the way to the top of the hill
The wind swept through the old trees in secretive whispers
As the Jones’s he waited to kill
He came to the front of the old dark estate
And silently opened the door
But to his surprise there stood a large demon
In the middle of the floor
“Why are you here” hissed the demon so loud
That the dark man was caught in surprise
“To make sure by the time I leave this estate
The Jones’s are not left alive”
“That may be a problem,” hissed the monster again
As he started to creep from his place
The dark man just knew things could get ugly
From the look on the large demons face
“I, Dameon, you see work for the Jones’s
And that much I cannot allow
But a battle between right now must ensue
You can live if you beat me some how”
So the man and demon they fought day and night
Till blood covered ever wall
But the dark man always had tricks up his sleeve
So the demon did inevitably fall
The man stood atop the body of the demon
With most of his energy gone
He’d fought many battles but this was by far
The hardest he’d claim to have won
The man took a look round the rest of the floor
Before heading up to take the stairs
The mansion was huge in a way undescribed
And he stopped half way up to catch air
The things that he passed as he walked up the stairs
Were things to make mortal men scream
From skulls with fresh skin to spiders and snakes
These were all props from the worst sort of dreams
When the man reached the landing
He entered the door, the first one he saw on his right
At first an old library started to change
When he dared hit the switch for the light
He heard a dull thud and then a sharp buzzing
And things went from bad to worse
For there in the center of the library’s floor
Rose a man wearing the devils curse
“ You’ve made it this far,” said the man in the middle
As he stared deep down into his soul
“But being here so long corrupt to the core
Has certainly taken its toll”
“ I am mister Jones as you might have guessed
And I’m glad you showed up at our door
For now that there is a man here to replace us
Our souls wont be bothered no more”
“What do you mean?” said the dark man at once
Not knowing what fate held his name
“ I’m sorry to say you’ve stepped into a trap
And lost to the towns peoples game”
“ You see, yes I’m a Jones, and that much is true
So is everyone in this town
Me and my very large family down there
Got excited when you came around”
“ For the devils curse worn round my tired neck
Has been keeping my soul here for years
But if someone comes up and defeats the dark demon
I’m relieved of my spot far up here”
“The curse has been broken, and I’m free to go
Down back with the family I lost
But the freedom you have now just given to me
Isn’t free, no, it comes with a cost”
Although my dark soul may now be at rest
And I can go back down below
This house is the gateway to the dark depths of hell
And each day the gatekeeper must show
Since you are the one that destroyed the curse
I’m sorry to say that it’s you
You now everyday must stay in this house
Letting all evil come through
The curse takes your soul and holds it my friend
In exchange for the service you give
And you will not grow old and will not feel love
As long as this job you must live
So now sad to say I must now depart
To allow my old soul to rest
The only way out of the job that you have
Is so hard I wish you my best
You must find a man to come up to the house
And to battle your demon and win
But now be for warned this task is not easy
I paid four hundred years for my sin
I must leave you now good by my dark friend
My heart will cry tears for your pain
I would not wish this on any man
But the choice is not mine just the same”
The old man disappeared in a dark cloud of smoke
And was never heard from again
His job was replaced by the new man in town
Who was tricked into his saddest end
They say if you listen on nights when the cold
Is crisp and the air seems to hang
You can hear the screams from the house on the hill
As the new man in town goes insane.
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