Ghosts of the Forgotten

Ghosts of the Forgotten

Ghosts of the Forgotten
In the old abandoned mansion, where time has lost its weary grip, The ghosts of past inhabitants through the veils of memory slip.
Their whispers weave a haunting tale, of love and loss and endless pain, In rooms where shadows come to life, and blood-red roses fall like rain.
Portraits of the long deceased gaze upon the living with hollow eyes, Their silent screams a chilling song, a chorus of unspoken cries.
The air is thick with spectral dread, as footsteps echo down the halls, Each step a reminder of the past, and of the mansion’s cursed walls.
Enter the halls of the forgotten, where spirits dance in endless woe, And the living who seek the secrets within, may find more than they dare to know.
For in this place where shadows dwell, the line between life and death is thin, And the ghosts of the forgotten past will draw you ever deeper in.
Their stories etched in silent dread, their fate a warning to the wise, For those who enter the forgotten house, may never again see the skies.