Castle Gothic: Volume One: Edgar H. Price and Chance Castle Verses

By Tony Colatruglio

Meet a house that has one thing on its mind: your grim fate. Or, in this first volume, Edgar H. Price's fate, a college professor and collector smitten by the promise of this sprawling mansion. Edgar comes to Castle Gothic with hopes of scouting antiquarian curios for his private collection. And he comes, perhaps, for a little well-deserved R and R, too. All the while, he has dreamy thoughts of the lovely Flavia Demarco on his mind, who he hopes may soon be paying him a very intimate call. But the castle itself has other plans. Included are verses of other castle visitors in Part Two, including "The Well to you Know Where."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tony Colatruglio
• Release date: Apr 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005645779

Tony Colatruglio

So much to say, so little the time; but live fictive worlds in winged rhymes.

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CASTLE GOTHIC

Volume One:

Edgar H. Price and Chance Castle Verses

By Tony Colatruglio

Copyright 2019 Tony Colatruglio

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PART ONE

EDGAR H. PRICE

HELL-O

WRITE in a BOOK

PROJECTION

AMULET

THE REALM

PHANTASMAGORIA

WICKED HALLS and ALL

THE SPIRAL

GRUHELKA

HAG

KEEPER of the KEYS to my MIND

FRAGMENTS and THROAT

PART TWO

CHANCE CASTLES VERSES of OBLIVION and RUIN

STIR-CRAZIES

SPONTANEOUS HUMAN COMBUSTION?

TOME

STROPE

HORROR SCOPE

INTRUDE

OL’ VANDIS CROW

THE GHOST of a LOVER BETRAYED

MYSTERIES of the NIGHT

WHITE ROSE

ARABESQUE

LOOM

HOME

AGAIN

THE WELL to you KNOW WHERE

PART ONE

EDGAR H. PRICE

HELL-O

I.

Welcome, drear reader, to Castle Gothic,

a dreadful place where every day, every night, every moment is of the chthonic.

Enter through the spiky gates,

to the courtyard of an eldritch estate

where many phantasmal things await

in many forms and uncanny ways,

particularly your grim fate.

For inside, the floorboards squeak and squeak,

and the walls your name doth speak and speak.

'Tis a home where the dark arts rule,

and the halls are roamed by awfully repulsive ghouls.

Lots of strange people, creatures, and things here you'll find,

often, perhaps, merely in the ravages of your mind.

For paranoia, delusions, and illusions abound,

specially the baying of the devil's hound.

Ahh-wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

O, that most dreadful sound.

II.

Speaking of Ol' Scratch and his kin,