A Rockdoors Story (The Stonecrow Poem) Poem by Valao Kole

The town of Rockdoors
`d been a calm and ordinary one
until some centuries ago
when a story here began.

One night strangers came
and moved into the house on the hill.
Since then nothing was the same
but that was known only by the workers in the mill.

People started disappearing
then found bloodless in the woods.
And we started seeing, hearing
rumours in all our neighbourhoods.

They were saying that
the strangers in the house on the hill
are vampires
as knew the workers in the mill.

The man had been alone, abandoned
and walking up and down the streets.
He`d lost his job, his life
and he got nothing but a pile of sheets.

Then one night as he`d been sleeping
he was awaken by a weird sound
- something like a roar, repeating
and close to him, above the ground.

He`d raised his eyes to see the woman
standing staring right at him.
Her eyes were dark, red lips wide opened
showing him her sharp white teeth.

And he`d said nothing. For his life he`d never begged.
They were saying this had stopped her.
She `d liked him and later on they married
and from a poor guy the man `d become a sir.

They had two children - boy and girl
and they moved abroad together.
She didn`t change, she kept on drinking blood
but everything `d been much better.

As soon as they moved to Rockdoors
the workers in the mill revealed them
but they kept the secret well
fearing that she might kill`em.

And when those mystery crimes began
they organised and tell the truth.
Then a mob leaded by a strong and faithful man
headed to the house on the hill.

First they killed the little girl
and burned her down in the face of her mother.
The mob was screaming - evil, blinded
not seeing the solution was another.

Some days later the father sent the boy
away. To safe him.
They had to part. For ever.
`Cause of the mob they couldn`t be together.

And then one night she just left the town
leaving her husband alone in the house.
She`d gifted him a stone statue of a crow with a crown
and her heart beating as quiet as the one of a mouse.

Today - so many years later
I am telling you their story
because our little ordinary town
now shines with pride and glory.

Our little town is full of tears
and of stories like this one.
We cannot blind with gold our fears
and we can`t stop the love
as it alreay began.