The Castle is elegant

Ornate and pristine

However its configuration

Was made to deceive

 

Who will believe

The evils that occurred here?

The yelling, screaming

The palpable fear

 

The evils perpetrated

The evils perpetuated

And generations saw it as normality

Or maybe- possibly

The truth would have illuminated

The garish, ghastly, and grotesque reality

 

So no one tried to escape

Rather tried to manage

To keep the outside looking great

Ignoring the internal damage

 

Oh interior dilapidated!

Alas the insanity tolerated

The length of duration defies logic

Is this a tale of Southern Gothic?

 

Nay!  William Faulkner could not have concocted a tale of a foundation so rotten

Mary Flannery O'Connor may well- be able to tell the tale

In contrast to her Southern Belle

Whose demure act has failed.

Oh this tale that fiction has forgotten!

 

Nevertheless, I am that brave

To be the Castle's knave

I'm leaving the premise to never return 

May the Castle eventually feel its residents' spurn