The Timeless Mansion

Once there was a story
of a place so cold and gory
of letters... send to some
so, that they would come
to seek out what has happened here...

The Time was near
The nameless fear
The Time was there
In brown, cold, foggy air
the place, now called: The Timeless Mansion...

There was friction, there was tension
all around this age old pension
Music, Dancing, all was heard
nothing seen, all so blurred
fear is struck in all those passer's hearts...

Some went in, few returned
no one sane, their minds all burned
told us stories, of music, dancing
heard somewhere, this childish prancing...

The Mansion's lit
no dust, no grit
but noones there
in this godforsaken lair...

Day in, Day out
there is no doubt
time passes all around
but not in this mansion
there, time stands still
feeling the tension
in this godforsaken lair...