The Lost Mansion07:36 Aug 20 2010
Times Read: 587
Silence creeps through empty corridors,
hiding words underneath subtle hints
of times long past within my old home.
The time of night is two hands at ten,
while the mistress moon shines her light in my room.
Her beast, the wind howls like wolves at my windows
wishing to make me a meal by the end of tonight.
The windows howl in terror as rickety shutters -
bash at my house's side like lost children trying to get in.
Though silver moonlight and the ravishing winds work at getting in
The dead cold has already presently been keeping me warm company.
For being old, life has given up on all that's gold.
And all that I am left with is this home -
This forsaken home.
When the clock strikes eleven I have to prepare,
by leaving my room as walking to the grand hall.
A grand piano of an ancient time is waiting for my hands,
to gracefully dance across its own hands.
Old and gracefully I sit down upon the chair,
letting clouded eyes glance around my presence.
Chandeliers and portraits of my family litter the room,
reminding again of the price of living.
My nimble and timber fingers lay upon the moonlight keys
while the wind continued to howl like a beast at my windows.
Adjusting the keys quickly, and fixing the chair perfectly.
As my eyes shut to allow my lungs to take deep breaths,
I start to hear the clock strike twelve.
All at once
The windows and doors all blew open,
The moonlight grew brighter and brighter,
The deadly cold started to freeze the air I breathed itself,
The wind shot throughout the grand hall like lighting, bouncing off the walls,
And the guests have arrived in masks and costumes.
The music I conducted sang of a deep sorrow at first,
as the guests started to dance and twirl pleasantly.
The silver moonlight turned grayer as it danced across rotten skin
and silently laughs while noise played out like an act being preformed.
The clock would start to strike again,
Once, Twice.
As the third time would come, it changed the mood for me.
Each key I pressed at three would send out an echo of twisted emotions.
Despair, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, Wraith, Pride, and Greed.
The scene instantly changes again as quick as the music I played had changed,
as the guests all changed their own mindset.
A few started to envy other costumes and dresses,
Slender knifes found homes in throats.
Men lusted for females, who came with others,
Eyes ripe for the picking littered the floor.
Gluttony ate away at the stomachs of the hungry,
Hands drop to eat the eyes and the dead.
Anger rose between many occupants,
And ghostly bullets splattered through paper heads.
Wraith of the death filled the minds of others,
Hanging themselves was the only option.
Greed made broken people from broken homes move,
Collecting up treasure from the deceased and wounded.
And Despair sang in my own heart,
For having to witness this every night.
I am the first one casted down such a god forsaken path.
I am now death and what awaits you.
[[[I made this, Steal it to die. No fucking lie.]]
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