The Mansion Dover

Deep within the wooded acres,

Laid the old mansion Dover.

Built as an edifice to achievement,

It laid on the hill in ruin.

Yet here I was, venturing,

Searching for the corridors old,

Looking for the coveted secret,

Of the old mansion Dover.

Deep in a mystic trance, was I,

After hearing of the old tale,

Of the secrets found within these walls.

The old words echoing within my mind:

“To he who ventures in the wooded acres,

Will find the old mansion hidden.

Within the halls lays the secret fortune,

Secrets of the old mansion Dover.”

With these words latched on my mind,

There was no rest that I could find.

After many sleepless nights,

I ventured into the wooded acres.

By the light that filtered through the trees,

I found the walls of the mansion Dover.

Covered by ivy through the ages,

Laid the old mansion Dover.

Into the grand entry, I went,

Engulfed by the ancient splendor,

Of this, the old mansion Dover.

Into the dark abyss, I peered,

And lighting an old rusted lantern,

I ventured into the old corridors.

This fortune, I must find,

Fortune of the old mansion Dover.

By my dim light, I searched,

Feeling for clues within the edifice.

Searching for any form of hint,

In seemingly every crack and crevice.

With every sign of hope, I searched,

Though growing weary with every failure.

Increasingly, my sanity left me,

Left in the mansion Dover.

In the study, I found myself,

Surrounded by bookcases full,

Full of knowledge and wisdom.

I knew not what came over me,

For I sat in the dusty chair.

Tucked in the dark corner,

I laid down the rusted lantern,

And I wept in the mansion Dover.

For I had been driven mad,

Mad from the hope of fortune,

A fortune that may not have existed.

With every tear that fell,

I gained more clarity of myself.

Steadily, my sanity came back,

And wisdom filled my mind;

Wisdom from the mansion Dover.

With the clarity needed, I stood,

And I started to walk around the shelves.

I knew not what I was looking for,

Nor the information I sought.

I grabbed a book from a shelf,

And took it back to my seat.

What lessons were there for me?

Lessons from the mansion Dover.

As I turned these brittle pages,

I was seemingly transported back,

Back to an era long past.

With wonder, I gazed,

Gazing at the stories past.

With each passing word I felt,

A connection to an old era,

The era of the mansion Dover.

As I went deeper into the book,

I felt an oddity between the pages,

As if there was something lodged,

Lodged between the pages.

Seemingly as my curiosity rose,

A frenzy overcame my tired hands.

Curiosity brought a glimmer of hope,

Curiosity from the mansion Dover.

At my destination, I found myself,

Between the pages, a key and a note.

The note, as written, read:

“To the brave soul who found this note,

Congratulations on looking where no one looked.

For in the pages of my favorite book,

Hid I the key to the study’s safe,

A safe in the mansion Dover.”

With the key in hand, I searched,

Searching the room that I was in.

In time, I came to the desk,

The desk made from warn wood,

By a craftsman long since gone.

As I opened, I found my grail,

A dark, heavy metal box,

Found in the mansion Dover.

Placing the key where it belonged,

I opened the old metal door.

Within, I peered at the contents,

The contents, here I’ll list,

Some twenty-thousand dollars,

In varying bills,

And a little black notebook,

Treasures of the mansion Dover.

With these objects in hand,

I ventured out of the mansion Dover.

As I traveled, I thought of schemes,

Schemes that used my new found fortune.

Yet my thoughts returned to the notebook.

In time I read the thoughts of the writer,

A writer now long gone,

A writer from the mansion Dover.

I pondered, as time went on,

Of my experiences in the mansion Dover.

On my desk, I kept the old black notebook,

And next to it, one of my own.

My small fortune was put to use,

Building up experiences for myself.

Experiences that built me up,

Experiences like the mansion Dover.

I would have squandered my wealth,

Young and arrogant was I.

But I learned a great deal on that day,

The day I went to the mansion Dover.

I am grateful for the wisdom from the past,

And the clarity I found in the wooded acres.

I am grateful for what I’ve learned,

I am grateful for the mansion Dover.