A Haunted House or Lifeless Legacy
All obligations lie fault and sorrow on the floor
Tender words have been scraped from these walls
Only ghostly eyes stare hazily out broken windows
Tattered aprons over dusty chairs lie in tranquil silence
Cinders sit on decrepit logs, longing for their flames
As phantom sits on moth ridden sheets for heads of dust
Names whisper themselves within each corner and corridor
Faces hide from glare of sunlight, from portraits they fled
No legacy to leave in stone cold house but these haunted walls
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