Echoes of a Forgotten House

I came to the house where the silence grew deep. Where the walls

held the weight of a century's sleep. My friend was a shadow,

his sister a sigh, and the portraits all watched with a whispering eye.

These halls remember what time can't forgive. The sorrow that sings where the

dead used to live. Stone cracks like secrets, the bloodline decays.

And the house falls down in a funeral haze. Oh, haze.

She rose from the tomb with a scream in her breath. A bride of

the grave, a sister of death. He met her embrace with a