There is a big house across the town
with black walls and broken glasses
You have met the house owner
on your way to this town
and shook hands with him
You said that he had an inhuman glow on his face
and his hands felt like furnace,
leaving your hands with a burning sensation
He was Mr Bankroller, the owner of the big house
He had everything β
Youth, wealth, the townβs most coveted girl
and also countless enemies
His house was burnt down one night
not by his countless enemies,
but his revered friends
on whom he lavished his time,
happiness and wealth
They say he still glides in the borders of the town
and meets up with new entrants
He lets in the vilest of men
and even the savages in human form
but not those with sugar-coated words,
and the sweetest of faces
with cruel intentions inside
Oh! You may call him a ghost,
but he is our guardian
π wow! ghost who walks…
or glides:) Thank you, Soumya, and hope you liked it:)
I enjoyed! π
I heard this in my head as a song, and I really enjoyed it π
a song? so glad that you enjoyed it:)))
How intriguing!
And beautifully written.
Thank you so much for the appreciation:)