Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.
As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.
Times of banquets, times of joy
Times to be bold, times to be coy.
Fearsome battles and subdefuse
Choose your side wisely or you will lose.
Secrets hidden within these walls
Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.
Children’s voices long since hushed
Love affairs and feuds all crushed.
The house grows old , she alone will remain.
Bound by fate to watch in pain.
Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.
When did this place cease to be a home.