memories of , the curse of Abbots Forge

Memories of the curse at Abbots Forge

Came the wind one day

that took my hand,

Pushing me along the sand

And me a lad 12 years no more,

Heading down

to Abbots Forge

The workings  gone,

the roof caved in,

the sides were clad with rusting tin,

 from another age it was rather sad,

but me a young and sturdy lad,

I’d chance to brave the dark within

the curse of Abbots Forge

Thay say he killed his wife a new

Old Abbot with his mock led crew,

Accused her of betrayal due,

A curse posed by his kin,

He chucked her in the molten steel

Dis-guarding her denial pleas,

They said her red hairs still to see

On the floor

 at Abbots Forge

I took a breath

forbad the dread,

and slipped the tin and followed my head ,

a dark and gloomy acid place

the wind was whispering its distaste,

the sunlight broke between the slats

lit up the dust of scrambling  rats,

the monsters watched my shaking frame,

as I  stood and waited

the cursed claim,

But just the wind came answering back,

She’s gone it said,  she wont be back,

I left the dark to see the sun

The ruin of Abbots Forge ,

I often think

now I am grown,

when venturing close to Abbots Forge

I broke the curse,

removed the bad

it made a man from a skittish lad

down at Abbots forge