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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Defeated Story poem for M lady Ernestine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A yellowed skull, still on display<br>above the oaken fire place<br>A relic from a by gone day.<br> Which it is possible to trace </div><div style="margin:10px 0">back for five hundred years or more.<br>I hate the thing my host explains<br> grotesque against modern décor.<br>It can’t be moved or it complains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house re- echoes to its screams.<br>Until its back in place once more.<br>It’s been a fixture now it seems <br>Since fifteen hundred sixty four</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although it has been exorcised<br> and given Christian burial.<br>It’s very quickly recognised<br> there’ll be no peace until the skull</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Is returned to its proper place<br> upon the panelled chimney breast<br>. A fact all owners have to face.<br>Though some have put it to the test.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s not a conversation piece.<br>Although subject of fierce debate.<br>If it is moved its screams won’t cease <br>until it hangs above the grate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The legend says he was betrayed <br>and murdered by an enemy.<br>Who had seduced a serving maid <br>who had allowed him free entry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This story can’t be verified<br>No written records still remain<br>But I for one am terrified<br> and will not try to move again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This yellowed skull from long ago, <br> which hangs above the fireplace.<br>That’s why it is there still on show<br>The passing years can not erase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The skulls determination <br>to rest in peace just where it is<br> on open exhibition.<br>No power on earth can alter this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The skull remains though owners change.<br>This ugly object quietly<br>defies attempts to re-arrange<br> ideas of where it ought to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In time it will disintegrate<br> into a pile of brownish dust<br>But until the we have to wait<br> It is quite obvious we must.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although you think to humour me<br>by listening to this eerie tale.<br> I will admit quite openly<br>That’s why this house is up for sale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I can no longer stand the skull<br> which grins above the mantel piece.<br>Although the house is beautiful <br>I never have a moment’s peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because I’m not the master here<br> It seems the skull has laid its claim<br> allows no one to interfere.<br>The previous owners felt the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bought it a discount price<br>Although I knew its history<br>I thought my knowledge would suffice<br> to solve the mystery easily..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve had enough I must confess<br> The screaming skull has won again.<br>Now I would sell the house for less<br>than what I paid: I would regain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the peace of mind I used to know.<br>Before I bought this residence<br> that housed a skull from long ago.<br>I should have used my common sense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dismissed as an old wives tale<br>The legend of the screaming skull.<br>I little thought my dream would fail.<br>I thought the house was wonderful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll have to leave I cannot bear <br>to stay another single day<br>I fear the yellowed skulls cold stare<br>Has driven many men away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house has stood for centuries<br>Had many owners in its time.<br>The house itself is sure to please<br> but for the skull would be sublime..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This grinning relic from the past<br>Is the real ruler of this place.<br>His reign it seems is sure to last<br>A fact I can no longer face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">11-Mar-09<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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above the oaken fire place
A relic from a by gone day.
 Which it is possible to trace 

back for five hundred years or more.
I hate the thing my host explains
 grotesque against modern décor.
It can’t be moved..."></div>
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