The Shadow Game

 
In the velvet mansion a crime took place.
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.

The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.

Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.

In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and the detective, in his endless dance,
he was just a puppet, lost in himself.

The detective, in his never-ending search.
He found an endless riddle in a letter.
Written in ink of a crimson hue,
revealing secrets, a bad fate.

The letter said, in subtle words,
"Whoever killed will not see the sun happier.
The butler, the lady, everyone is to blame,
but the true villain is the hidden truth."

The detective, still a puppet, without knowing it,
He followed the clues, trying to understand.
In the library a book fell on the floor
and an old secret finally opened.

The butler, in fear, confessed,
but the lady, in tears, denied it.
The real culprit, a ghost from the past,
He was the owner of the mansion, a tormented spirit.

In the end, the detective, still without ideas,
discovered that the truth is sometimes full of webs
and in the velvet mansion, the mystery remained,
A game of shadows that never ended.

The tormented spirit was the former owner of the mansion,
a man called Lord Downstair.
He was known for his wealth and power
but also because of a dark secret he kept.

During his lifetime, Downstair was accused
of terrible crimes but was never convicted.
He lived isolated, tormented by his actions
and by the ghosts of his victims.

After his death his spirit found no peace.
He wandered around the mansion trapped
between the world of the living and the dead,
seeking justice or perhaps redemption.

His presence was felt
for everyone who entered the house
but few knew the true story
behind his torment.

The detective, still a puppet in the hands of fate,
began to put the pieces together.
He discovered that Downstair had been betrayed
by those he trusted.

His death was the result of a conspiracy.
ghosts of their victims
were also trapped in the mansion,
creating an endless cycle of pain and revenge.

In the end, the detective managed to free the spirits,
revealing the truth and bringing peace to the mansion.
But he himself, marked by experience,
he can never be the same again.

The velvet mansion, now silent,
kept the memories
from a dark past,
but finally at peace.