The Old Mill Part I

[Spoof]

An Old Mill stands still on a rocky hill
The slopes are steep, barren and lifeless
The stunted plants sway in the silence

The quiet griping of the Mill echoes in the wind
And fills our empty hearts with the memory of the spring

When the fumes of the burning wood made us hard to breath
And those who heard the screams still cry themselves to sleep

It was a beautiful day, May Day's parade, small children played
Including little Kate, sweet like a nightingale
Wore a plaid dress and had an auburn plait

She scampered in the forest with her paradelantern
And ate the fresh blueberries she just had gathered
She pushed her way through the rich, thick flora
Tore her dress but didn't mind, a true explorer

She rose on a hill that was covered with grass
And look what she found, a Mill with jagged jambs

The Mill had a slanting roof and broken windows
Walls covered with deeply implanted flowers

It looked so pretty that she opened the decayed door
Stepped in and saw that the floor was rotten to the core

But little Kate didn't mind, the Mill was so exiting
The mossy walls and dusty books with odd writing

She beamed until she looked up, then she screamed
When she saw the gray corpse hanging from the ceiling

She dropped the lantern and flames climbed up the walls
She ran across the room but fell trough the floorboards

Kate screamed for help, tried to get up but couldn't escape
At the same time, the Old Mill was turning into a furnace
She felt the heat on her face, the smoke made her cough
She kept screaming until her lungs were clogged

It hadn't rained for days, the forest outside the Mill was dry
The flames burnt it down and left a gray haze behind

It's a miracle that the Old Mill didn't burn down
But it burnt everything green that grew around it

And no one steps into the Mill these days, it's wicked
There's no verdant grass on the hill and it's surrounded by pickets