A story not mine in twilight's memory bank

Crow murder marauders
  gather on a haunted forest hillside
    in plain sight
       dense leaf foliage

the breeze whispers
  spooks the sun
    among the dying birch trees tightening airways
      overgrown English ivy vines

smothering perennials
  a white discolor boarded mansion
    sits staring back
      windows as eyes
        black

as Ms.Blickensderfer is long dead
  just above a single bluff
    there was no adoption

for Grandmother was insane
  sick in the mind
    never detoxing body
      botched is this life

yet still owned for now