After The Boy Had Taken A Walk

With His Dear - Deceased - Grandmother,

His Feet Were Somehow Led To A Small, Ancient Church,

Which Was Giving Quite An Imposing Grandeur.

Partially Sunken In The Morass Of The Marshland

All Foggy And Chronically Overcast ...-

The Ancient House Was Waiting.



The Haunted House Lies Waiting.



Clockwise The Stone Flight Is Spiralling Upwards,

But Soon The Passage Becomes Too Small To Get On ...-

Even Though The Boy's Now Crawling.

Anxiously He Attempts To Restrain,

But His Way Back Seems To Be Obstructed:

Gelatinous Hearts Are Lined-up Along The Walls,

Each Of Them Inseminated - Or Defiled - By A Black Tadpole.



A Stone Lion Promises To Be The Boy's Rescue ...-

But Only, If He Eventually ... Stops Running Away ... From Him ...