As I neared the abandoned edifice I reflected on the hushed whispers and furtive glances which had followed me through the cobblestone lanes and crumbling roads of the moldy village now miles behind. It was only after I had conquered the last brutal acclivity and in plain view the whole of the wicked estate spread out below me like a stain upon once holy earth I understood. Pausing to catch my breath, I surveyed that legend pregnant property from what I sensed would be my last comfortable vantage point.
The argent moon full of dreams and portent peered out from behind one of several ice capped turrets, admonishing towers which thrust up violently from the stony ground like Roman spathas piercing the starry sky. Undisturbed snow smothered frozen soil and a maddening stillness pervaded, both uncomfortably suggestive of intentional avoidance; natural life shunned this place. Staggering age and the extended absence of it's former capricious tenants marked every chipped stone and toppled brick, every loose tile and corroded metal ornament. As I began digesting the bitter reality of this nightmarish scene alone there in the soul-chilling darkness, I stood frozen, locked in terrible contemplation as if the tormented victim of some ancient basilisk's hateful gaze. Suddenly, from a small round window near the top of one dizzying turret, I noticed a single, faint glow which appeared briefly and was quickly extinguished.
The binding spell was broken, and I hesitantly began the final descent.
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**not enough description of the house,
ReplyDeletewithout preceding context one is thrust into the scene too quickly and without enough understanding to appreciate the scene.....
seems overall too , impersonal? maybe,
all to be expected perhaps given the isolation of this text from the grander story...
definately will be more effective with extended introduction.
*seperate description of enviroment and the building,