The Haunted Mansion

NARRATOR
And with that the king of thieves vanished without a trace, leaving Paul standing at the door of Jaquelantern’s Mansion

In these haunted mists and shadows
A manor lonely stands
The gate between lost youth and death
The home where they hold hands

Tattered shutters hanging
There’s no where else to go
Each step carries whisperings
The windows draped in souls

The porch gave way in anguish
As he topped the muddy hill
The door swung open readily
Releasing a musty chill

Turning around behind him
To catch one final glance
Thinking he saw someone back there
But not up here, no chance

Stepping in with vacant eyes
Red carpet and chandeliers
Decaying and rotted in condition
The bitter twilight years

Dozens of rooms he searched through
Empty and hollow at sight
Shoulders heavy with resignation
Until reaching the third flight

The largest room he entered
And watched her move entranced
The pumpkin headed sorceress
In front of a mirror danced

He humbly asked for guidance
Please help me get home
She just continued dancing
As if she were alone…