The Return to the Old Mansion
the lord is my shepard, I shall not fear.
unholy spirits, I beg you to clear
I fight for the righteous and I condemn the wrong!
by the will of god I must remain strong!
many stories tell tale of this old house
some are rumor, while others as deceiving as a mouse.
one tale says the devil lives here,
not so much unlike Dracula I hear
Others tell of unholy deeds long ago
a Satanist shrine built in the cold snow
other yet claim it was built on many a grave
a bone yard of hate, and blood the dead crave
other claim its just haunted, and dared to go inside
where, they say, many a brave man's corpses are to find
so here alone I stand, in the house of dark madness
From room to room, remains only a dark, dank, abyss
I could smell the walls and floors, mildew at hay day
time seemed to linger, and slowly slip further away
no animals howled at the brilliant bright moon
no crickets dared to set foot, in the cold rooms
I questioned myself, as time ebbed by and by
for my purpose in such a place, oh why oh why?
the floors creaked loudly, like an ear splitting sound
the walls dripping black water, down to the wooden ground
and still i ventured on, god's one and only volunteer
into the mass of walls, floors, hell hath no fear!
at first it seemed to be only me, my mind playing games
but the closer look into darkness, I saw what the water became
it seemed to be a joke, the walls began to bleed!
from the moon shining through the roof, to god I began to plead
As I found later, that was my warning to get out
but being a man of holy decent, I was stupid, foolish, and stout
Quietly I prayed and sprinkled some holy water
and here I went again, no where special just began to wander
no sooner had the walls stopped bleeding, that I found
laying, some in pieces, some everywhere but distinctly all around
there lay the bodies of many an animal, some old and some new
to God's holy steeple, I begged to him, and prayed he knew what to do
slowly on I ventured, my paranoia seemed to become strain
in my mind I hoped, my trip wasn't just in vain
my eyes drifted upon, one of the most horrible unholy sights!
upon the walls painted in crimson, lay pentagrams, I couldn't believe my eyes!
I went down on my knees, reading from my book of holy prayers
when all of a sudden, there came a quiet little whisper from the stairs
there on the banister, I could have sworn I saw her!
a little girl in a dress I swear to Jesus, the holy spirit, and god she was just there!
but when my eyes turned, she was there for a second
a ghost in such a place? I just starred in complete bewilderment
to god, I gave the nameless spirit a good word and prayed for release
but now on with my duty, as a servant, as a volunteer, one of God's sheep
and into the abyss I went, mansion, was putting it lightly
to me it seemed as if a castle, big, intimidating, and mighty!
and here, I, gods little toy ant walking along probably down Heaven's way
just trying to find light in this dark, unholy place, and show it the light of day
and still I ventured on, until I came to a tiny door
but when I knelled down to open it, a small hand touched my shoulder
I wouldn't do that, said a light gentle girl voice,
the others that did... well they made a bad choice
and slowly I rose, not turning around
but then slowly I looked, at the smiling face toward the ground
She smiled up at me, her eyes a light with joy
here Mr! can I show you my toys?!
At last! some light in this unholy place!
how good it feels to see some happiness in her face!
gleefully she ran, toward the stairs and up
slowly I followed, wary of the steps, praying for luck
I made it up, and she scampered into the first room to the right
I heard giggles of joy and laughter in delight
I followed her, timid of the floor below my feet
every step I made gave off a horrible noisy creak
finally there, I looked in, it was a little girls room alright
lots of dolls, and toy houses, babies with only one eye...
she laughed and offered me further into the room
This is only the first! we can go to the second soon!
poor girl, she must have lived and died here a long time ago
after showing me around, she went through the wall some how
Over here! her tiny voice yelled a room from the hallway down
slowly I stood, and carefully walked around
the hallway was dark, the moon was blocked by clouds
I felt the walls as I went my way slowly, slowly down
I heard her giggle, and knew I was close, and there it was
the entry to the room, she popped out and gave my legs a hug
there you are! she said, and tugged me inside
timidly I followed, matching her stride
Then she let go, and ran into the dark
and the door behind me closed with a sharp bark
I heard the girl giggle, no, it was closer to a man
then deep throated laughter just seemed to fill the room
Welcome priest, the deep voice spoke, to my inner sanctum of lost hope
This is my toy room, of torture, chains, and rope
I tried to run, but I couldnt see a thing in the pitch black
when I was suddenly pushed into a chair and was forced to sit
The villagers heard his screams, they can only guess what went on
his head was found a day later, sitting on a neighbors lawn
Authorities offer no explanation, and many searches have tried to find the rest of him
Although, none dared to search for him, in That Old Mansion
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