The Unused Parlour

The unused parlour cold and damp. Dank and dark it lies. No feet have touched that parlour floor for many a year gone by.

The waves pound hard upon the shore against the house sea wall were facing out to sea is a window broad and high that once lay smashed and torn on that faithful night gone by. Sir Vega stood alone as storm waved thrashed the shore and something came and took him as he strode that fateful floor. It took him throughout the window to his death far out at sea and the room lay cold and silent and a place of death be.