The Old Gothic Mansion

An old Gothic mansion reads just like a book,

Vampiric in its eyes, don't mistake its look,

For secrets hide below in every space and crack;

If you lift one foot up you may never look back.


Roads of imagination lead into mystery,

Islands of emotion thrum of darkness, misery,

And if escaping frees out into warm warm air,

The chances are you'll never get over your scare.


Ancient shadows, they will tumble down,

And if you fall, there will be no sound;

Six-tongued serpents slide over the walls,

As quickly now that growing darkness falls.


An old stone-work path leads away from the ru'n,

The setting sun will breach the gateway soon,

The aged Gothic building stretches fingers to the cold,

Catching out children, young ones to combat its old.

The End

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