Van Keuren Manor pt. 2

Dear sweet Philip

I am the one to blame.

A knife held close

next to my shame.


Had you kept quiet

So would’ve my blade...



I see a man,


he resides in the shade...


Stepping close

Knife in hand.

Nearing the corner

I quickly demand...


Who goes there?

I shout.

The echoing sustains.

No one answers

I must be insane.


I turn back, I look.

Poor Philip lies still.

Reality sets in...


I feel ill.


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