Palace of Insanity by James Aitchison

Beyond the lonely blacktop, no foot
has trod this forest. The moon can’t
climb the trees, the heaving bulwark
where demons chase and the night wind
pushes hard, one howl among many.
Out of the vast nothingness, two gateposts
leap up. The tossed blackness reveals
the Italianate pile, a crenelated tower
groping the sky. Here, subdued angels
sleep behind barred windows, or in the
cellar that swallows screams.
Two custodians in white wait by the
porch, wondering what new madness
this night will bring them.

James Aitchison is an Australian author and poet.  His work has twice appeared in Black Poppy Review, as well as Horror Tree (Trembling with Fear), Thriller, Akashic Books (Mondays are Murder) and many other magazines and anthologies.