Despite the ravages of time
The mansion stood with deep contempt,
Its ancient beauty quite sublime,
Its shabby structure long unkempt.
The building’s windows, like gouged eyes,
Did glare at all who passed it by,
While its doorways howled dismal cries
As quiet as a midnight sigh.
Gnarled trees with leafless branches loomed
Beside the mansion’s darkened road,
Stretching their limbs to all the doomed
Who dared to tread near their abode.
The moon above was round and pale
And glowed brightly in its dark sea
Of clouds that served as a thin veil,
Hiding the stars quite easily.
From the mansion screamed forth a squall,
A moan of anguish from the past,
Declaring that though it may fall
The pain and grief would always last.