Creaky floors and dusty shelves,
rooms filled with musty smells.
Fine lace and linen
are keeping hidden
what once was more.
Something waits behind closed gates.
What was bursting with brilliant lights
is now nothing but a shell.
A frightful curse,
something straight from hell.
Love once alive
cannot survive
in a heart so dead,
a lonely ghost grieves instead.
A home now gone,
wasting away a...
