Musty Wallpaper #2

In the shadows of the night, where the wind moans,
stands a dark and solemn castle.
Inside there are secrets from a dark past
and echoes of screams in a late lament.

The dark hallways stained with blood
They tell stories of unhappy love.
In the main hall a feast of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.

Candles flicker, shadows come to life,
the full moon looks on pale and haughty.
In the broken mirror reflections of pain
reveal scenes of ancient gore.

The clock strikes, midnight has arrived.
Spirits awaken and the terror has begun.
Doors creak and there are whispers in the air.
The house breathes ready to kill.

In the basement, chains and bones are scattered.
Memories of times long gone.
A scream echoes, cutting through the darkness,
a lost soul seeks redemption.