The Old Castle

It was freezing cold,

In the castle that was old,

We had stopped by,

For a place to lie.

I know the owl hoots,

When you remove your boots,

But this wasn't like that at all,

Because at the stairs itself I had a fall!

I spoiled my own heroic entry,

Just because I saw the cemetery,

My friends always go ahead of me,

For they don't care about the things I see.

When I entered the castle,

I saw a statue very gracile,

When I had a closer look,

I noticed a small hook.

When I pushed it,

The wall ahead split,

And I walked in through,

Without a clue.

It led me somewhere,

I suppose nowhere,

But then I stumbled over,

Which was a handle moreover.

Then I moved the handle back and forth,

Which took me further north,

And came across the idol,

Which made me idle.

It was that of a vampire,

Which I suppose was standing on an empire,

His fangs sent shivers through my blood,

Due to which I ran with loud footsteps like a thud!

We all left the haunting mythic place,

Without a trace,

And then I slept at home,

Like a quiet gnome!