Gather round and settle down
And let us make ourselves at home
And let us talk of all things dark
For within this Manor, we were born

Let us talk of shadowy shades
Of lovers, past, that once did roam
these halls of this great residence
So empty now, and so alone

And let us talk of jealousy
Of murder and madness
that took place

And of ethereal shades
that roamed the face
of these halls and grounds
through these Manor Gates

Whispers sly
while backs are turned
of incestuous passion –
bedrooms burned
with heated desire
behind locked doors

With the howling
of the wolves
upon those open moors

Let us talk of many things
Of ballroom dances
cursed diamond rings
Of masquerades, so big
and grand

Of servant girls
who hand in hand
did copulate
and did conceive
of devil’s spawn
from devil’s seed

Yes, this house
held many more
secrets
behind these
grandiose doors

But alas, I feel
our time is up
For we have already
supped from this cup

Yes, of memories past
we have talked
We are the memories
that we thought

would last forever
whilst alive

But now we are dead –
yet still survive.
Now cursed to roam
and wander, forever

within these
desolate grounds
of

GLENORIE MANOR…