Beneath the moon’s cold, ghostly glow,
Where silent winds of sorrow blow,
A mansion stands in tattered decay,
Guarding secrets it won’t betray.
Its endless hallways twist and turn,
A labyrinth where shadows churn.
No end in sight, no doors to find,
A trap for those who lose their mind.
Once a place of golden halls,
Echoing laughter in grand ballrooms tall,
Now the walls seep whispers low,
Of those who entered long ago.
A daring soul, you step inside,
Curiosity your only guide.
Your candle flickers, casting doubt,
Each step you take, there’s no way out.
The floorboards creak beneath your tread,
As ghostly whispers fill your head.
“Turn back!” they warn, though none can tell,
Which path may lead to Heaven or Hell.
The air grows thick, the candle dims,
A haunting tune of forgotten hymns.
Your reflection stares from a window’s frame,
But the eyes you see don’t look the same.
On and on, the hallway bends,
No walls, no doors, just eerie ends.
The portraits change with every glance,
Their painted eyes a watchful dance.
A shadow forms—thin, gaunt, and tall,
Its hollow gaze consumes it all.
It follows you with silent stride,
Matching every step you’ve tried.
You run, you scream, the air won’t heed,
The hallway stretches, feeding greed.
At last, you stop, collapse in fright,
Trapped forever in endless night.
No one leaves; you know this now.
A solemn vow you can’t disavow.
The hallway holds your soul in stay,
Another victim of its prey.