The cobwebs mask the brilliant intricacies
of these bannisters, each a story untold. 
A regal elegance in a palace of haunts, 
the smell of wax permeates down a
shifting spiral staircase. 

Careful not to lose your footing

These monsters awaken on impulse. 
Though the blood from the wounds 
could be masked as fine wine, the
stability of the foundation is sturdy
as a house worn in age of the dead. 

Be careful what rooms you try to enter,
Or what creature you poke and prod,
My doors only unlock for those worthy
and if you try to lie in the bed I made
without invitation,

I will become your worst nightmare. 

– B.