Many years of silver moons,have passed and left a stain Within the mist of Black Rose Manor, souls cry out in pain Some say they've heard the weeping,as they wander through the halls Others shake ,with fear they speak,of the voices in the walls
Old tales go,that in the night,when all are tucked away In and out of every room,the ghosts of old do stray Searching as though lost,hoping maybe they can find Just a tiny morsel ,of the life,death left behind
Portraits on the walls,seem to breathe as though alive In the darkness,they are watching,through their painted eyes All throughout the manor,there is always air of frost And beware if you are callous and your lantern you have lost...
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This site is for fantasy art and prose, poetry of all genres and more! We are on the 3rd installation and hope this one to be the best. I need members and content so create and post! Once the members start back up, I will need staff as well. We are open to all ages (over 13) but are not a teen site and won't be spending too much time on Harry Potter (although I am reading the book!).