The mansion
"I will haunt you" he whispered, as the knife
Flew through his lungs like a swarm of fireflies,
"Yes, in your very mind, my revenge will set foot
and believe me, my friend, it'll stay there fo'good."
And so, the treacherous soil took a colour of crimson
Like the curtains of the mansion burned down for a reason,
So the unborn(undead?) would turn back on their sins,
With perishing each chapter, salvation begins.
Behold the terrors.
So did the father,
the daughter, the cook, the gardener,
the pariahs, the kings,
and the restless wanderer.
They all saw the knife, driven by their hands,
Everybody stares, but no one understands...
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