It's Afoot
Down and ‘round, ’round and down,
Three brave souls went creeping
In darkened halls and dim-lit stairs,
Their squinting eyes were peeping.
Beatrice Fly saw the Master’s head
On the Manor’s grounds, 'cross the way.
Called the Bobbies, (that she did!),
To everyone’s dismay.
Down and 'round, right and left,
Searching tunnels beneath the house;
There were spider webs and creeping things,
Like many rats —- and the occasional mouse.
Beatrice Fly, the smiling Crone,
A newcomer to this meadow;
Just a quiet hag that kept to herself,
Much like a foggy shadow.
A cloudy night at the Manor house,
{The full moon chocking, for lack of sky},
And all three men did their duty,
Although their bravery was rather shy.
Down and ‘round, ’round and down,
Three brave souls forged ahead
In the darkened halls and dim-lit stairs
They searched for bodies, not yet dead.
Beatrice Fly, the smiling crone,
Rumored to be of the darker arts,
Had called the police on that foggy night;
Saying she’d seen some body parts.
She saw the Manor’s Master’s head
Rolling along in a gusty breeze.
“I saw it, I did!”, she shivered and wined,
As she pointed to a clearing by the willow trees.
So Sergeant Stow and private Kramer
Set out with the Mayor, La Putt
To search the house and all the grounds;
To see if a Game was afoot.
Soon it was clear, the Manor was empty!
Where had the inhabitants gone?
The search would continue, down cellar stairs,
With flashlights on and weapons drawn.
Down and ‘round, ’round and down,
Went this group, in a fear laden haze,
Through darkened halls and dim lit stairs;
Like three old rats confined in a maze.
Down and 'round, right and left,
The hall went on and on, forever,
Until they came to an Oak-wood door,
With rot-ironed hinges and BLOODIED LEVER.
As they opened the door a gate crashed down,
Blocking the hall behind them,
Beyond the door was Beatrice Fly
Chewing on a human limb!
She smiled and said, {“Welcome Mates!”},
Then morphed into a Ravenous, Bird;
{“I’m glad you’re here to join my game.
This games a-foot, or haven’t you heard?”}.
Down and ‘round, ’round and down,
More brave souls searched below
Seeking the Mayor, the Deputy,
And the beloved Sergeant Stow.
Also, they’re looking for Beatrice Fly,
It seems she missing as well.
(They should look for her on the lowest level,
The one with a hallway to hell.)
D. Thurmond
