The sad demise of woodland manor

The relentless rain had never ceased. Not for days. Not for
a single second. Day turned to night, quickly and without
warning. It spread its fingers; its tentacles far and wide.
The rumble of thunder breached the boundaries, came
knocking and found us at home.

The incessant wind kept on spewing its venom. The cold
biting. The lightning struck about midnight. Sent flames
high in the midnight sky. We all stared, looked in horror, as
little by little the manor began to crumble.

Our home. It had been here for centuries. Had survived
every battle. Every threat. Every war. But, it couldn’t
escape nature. We looked on helpless as the men did their
best. The women too. Sadly, just two hours later nothing
remained of what was once Woodland Manor.

The weeds, they grow incessantly through the blackened
shell, where once stood our beautiful home. If you listen
carefully you may just hear the rumble from the cart
horse. The farmers in their fields. The beasts grazing.

If you look carefully you may see the ghosts, as they
wander through the ruins. Those silver-grey spectres who
long to find peace. They too lost their home. They too lost
everything.