The House That Never Sleeps

Beneath the moon’s pale, watchful gaze,

I walked through halls of a shadowed maze.

The walls whispered secrets in broken rhyme,

Of love once lost, of stolen time.

A mirror cracked with a silent scream,

Reflected a face I’d seen in dreams.

The floorboards creaked like a hollow breath,

Each step a dance with waiting death.

I heard her voice, soft like decay,

Calling my soul to drift away.

“Stay,” she said, in a tone so sweet,

“Come find the truth where shadows meet.”

But truth is cruel when love has died,

When tears have dried yet hearts have cried.

I reached for her hand that wasn’t there,

Just empty cold, and haunted air.

And now I roam this endless place,

A ghost among a ghost’s embrace.

For some love binds beyond the grave,

To hearts it couldn’t keep or save.

So if you wander past this street,

And hear soft footsteps near your feet,

Remember this house remembers all—

It keeps the lost, it hears the call.

Would you dare to enter a place where love lingers,
but life does not?

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