The Haunted Mansion

Haunted Mansion

Where a darkened spirit rests
Living behind mystic walls
Open arms to all his guests
Just to repeat mourn-full calls

The mansion of painted crimson
With a sense of misery
Is what reflects the devils son
And his tainted creativity

A place of a broken paradise
Is now hells endearing sanctuary
The mystery becomes indecisive
When the demon is forever lonely

This Mansion as the devils curse
Condemned to haunt with curiosity
A single soul to reimburse
Then for heaven to set free