Manor in the Corner
The light goes out
Behind the shuttered window.
The carriage's wheels sag
As the melting snow soaks the wood.
The beautiful manor is dark and gray;
No sleep occurs in the darkened halls.
Melancholy music drifts
Through the stale air that does not stir.
What used to be a brilliant and shining world
Has become a hollowed out, decrepit log
That does not even provide shelter
To the lowest of animals.
The stone remains cold to the touch
As roughed fingers trail along its walls.
Too many hands have touched
The now tarnished perfection,
Leaving behind bruises that can never be erased.
The mason is dwarfed by the mansions around it,
In the shadows of brighter homes
Filled with laughter, joy, and love.
The forgotten manor crumbles
Beneath the memory
That it will never be boisterous again.
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