POETRY
The Faded Manor
“They entered the lusterless manor, its lighting as dim as the smile of a liar…”
On the carriage ride to the faded manor, all Elizabeth could hear was the rumbling of distant thunder, her black horse’s faint gallops and the sound of her husband’s dreadful pocket-watch ticking; each second slower than the last.
As the black horse trudged forth, and this troubled couple stammered, With a gust of wind, the pine trees wheezed and laughed in the most jaded manner.
They entered the lusterless manor— its lighting as dim as the smile of a liar. Only a few lamps dared turned on; their ghastly glow stressing its mire after a decade gone without visitors.
The troubled couple looked down as the stained, grey flooring mournfully rested beneath their disoriented, yet polished dress shoes: a muse for decayed grandiosity.
Its lustrous white marbled floors, once a sight to admire, are now but a disservice; its remains a reminder of a faded purpose.
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