"Isolation reveals the beauty of forgotten stories hidden in shadows."
Beneath a watchful moon the mansion stands tall
Its turrets like fingers beckon from shadows' thrall
Grasses entwine secrets along the stone ways
Echoing tales of the past in the night's soft gaze
Cloaked in the shroud of a tempest's embrace
The whispers of history linger in this place
A haunting allure stirs the heart's deep refrain
In stillness, we uncover what silence contains
