Inside a cold, frightening room
In the deeps of an old castle
This body lies on a table,
Having surrendered to its doom;
Above, in the wuthering heights
Where phantasms and howling ghosts,
Ghouls and phantoms in wretched hosts,
Dance this night to a hundred frights,
Storm and thunder befog the air
As maddened laughter fills the lair,
In days of yore rain kept apart
The loving mind and his workshop,
Soon now the steps will near and stop
And folly will kickstart my heart.
A poem based on the prompt “Kickstart my heart“.