Where the sheep go to die

Cobwebs stretching from hanging metals dangling in the dinge of damp.
Dark is this room tainted of mildew and rot seen by the new owners eye.
Cold air welcomes itself crawling about skin in unbidden ramps,
plagued in generations of this shepherds town rumored as,
"the place where the sheep go to die"....
 
This, a haunted house once a chapel of despair, aged more than  
a hundred in years, said to be rebuked and remembered in dark telling's from old.
Foreign smiles and local fears, whispers heard in warnings ears.
The time will arise from it's shores when the dead will say to the told,
 
"To receive one you must give many, the false preacher preaching in lies,
now hexed and vexed is the one walking the land, where the sheep go to die."
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As the legend goes in a place such as this, where at first sight all senses  
something amiss... furnished in fear a sight to behold..remembering  
the suffering this room once knew, towns folk spoken of it's wrongs  
never too loud, far in between and few.
 
Iron chair, leather straps, dust blanketed in the room of the preacher
father's tries. His child's hands and head strapped many times crying to
weathered ceilings. All in belief that trephination will cure his daughters
sickness and prays to God for her healing. Silky blonde hair falls to the  
floor, eyes widened in watery red as blood streams from her skull to puddle  
on ground. And ohhhh the cranking!! .....  
the cranking.... as excruciating as it's sound.
 
Pleading and begging screams halting not her fathers love as he drills.
He is deaf in his hopes, testing in depths beyond his holy words and preachers skills .
Her tiny body this time did not waken from sleep, denouncing his God by dark and wicked magic he weeps.
A fooled congregation a parish he raised in false word said to shepherd's keep.  
Preaching from the dark sickness into weakened minds saying...  
"paradise beyond the cliffs.. if you wholeheartedly fall towards the deep."  
In procession they smile walking high above on the grazed green in the briny air.
Windy scriptures shouted and twisted in glee. Dressed in their best,  
suitcases of all they held dear, believing his words were are all they needed to be free.  
Scarves tied at the wrist, mother to child, brother to sister, husband to wife.  
Each leaping in faith, excited to farewell the troubles of this life.  
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The daughter is reborn from the sea in the evenings dawn, tiny footprints  
upon pebbled shores. Though alone she did not return, for an evil  
took carriage within her soul according to lore. The bleating of sheep  
unhinged sensing the evil about, now falling from the skies  
landing around her in clouded spout.  
The preacher stood on the edge he familiars, with open arms bidding her into his core.  
When he is pushed by the one he gave the most of his life and soul to save, whom he still loves and adores,  
but not before taking her by the wrist, falling as one into the cursed waters he bore.  
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A child of today, hears a voice left to play, too near these English cliffs at bay,  
where is the mother? when beneath the clashing of water, does  
her daughter now eternally lay... Her efforts to save proves no return of body
by the end of that sad day, when for only a minute now forever revisited..
did she regretfully look away.  
 
The towns elders hear the worst of their fear and a help of hand did they give.  
A mothers grief heard by the ghosts of the past by the many
that lept so the girl long ago may live.  
 
Elders speak of a way to bring her back from the realm of the lept,
as only a parents love bound by blood can. The leaping to the underworld gray  
and dark spiritually bound in thought and hand. She prepares in heart and jumps from  
that remembered cliff of that still cursed land.  
 
A fight beneath the waves and its many rooms, she hears her child's cries of mother.  
Reaching through dampened doors and floating about personal treasures
belonging to the others... no breath of life needed in this watery grave,
as she reaches for her child's extended hand from that recognized room  
beneath gray waters she braves.
The surface they breach, embraced and tears mixing with salted water.  
Both swim to shore, embraced hand in hand is the mother and her daughter.  
 
Thumping and splashes heard hitting the water behind them.  
Looking up the mother is reminded what the elders had said...  
" To receive one, you must give many, the false preacher preaching in lies,  
now hexed and vexed is the one walking the land, where the sheep go to die."
 
The mothers feet unable to move, she is sealed to the waters edge. Her hands released from her child's, red upon wool scattering and pounding unto the reef about them, frozen confusion hearing her daughters voice say in stared haste...  
'I've needed so long, the love of a mother... cry not for this life you have given I shan't waste.
now return to your child in the world beneath the water, whose soul my forgiving father and I have mercifully replaced."