© 2018 by Zingaro Blue

Moths

Moths

 

In the catacombs of St Andrew’s church

In the grounds of Blickling Hall

You’ll find a room crammed full of coffins

Standing upright and looking tall 

The caskets covered quite elaborately

With heavy fabrics they were displayed

Until the moths flew  by on velvet wings

And the cloths rotted away

 

Candles flicker softly

The shadows on the walls

Moths dance silently

And the ghosts from the coffins crawl

 

Rumour has it that a wicked man 

Was buried many years ago

He was hated by the local people

it was time for him to go

Intoxicated on a rainy night

The doctor came to see him right

But the medic did declare him dead

and so they buried him alive

 

The lights went out 

And the bugs came out

And he banged against his tomb

The coffin swayed 

And the moth brigade

Took flight as the casket moved 

And every day

the caretaker came

He’d stand it upright again

As the years went by

He’d repeat his plight

Over and over again

 

So the ghost within the upright coffin

To this day he haunts us still

In the moonlight you can hear him calling

his screams so loud and shrill

And the moths upon their powdered wings

Dance through the leaded window pane

Floating out towards the moonlit night

And down the long and winding lane

 

Candles flicker softly

The shadows on the walls

Moths dance silently

And the ghosts from the coffins crawl

This story was brought to our attention by the manager of Blickling Hall.

The Rumour has it that a few hundred years ago, the grounds keeper , an awful man, was buried alive by the people who hated him. After drinking himself into a stupor they stood his coffin upright in St.Andrews Church (Blickling Hall) and left him there. On doing his weekly rounds the Church Warden went into the crypt and found the coffin had fallen over. He stood it upright again and on his return the coffin had fallen over yet again.

Needless to say that very same coffin keeps falling over to this very day.

ZB would like to thank the staff and manager of Blickling Hall for their help ;) Without them we wouldn't have Moths.