Any and Everything

In a mansion veiled in decay,
Lived Miss Emily, hidden away.
Whispers of her echoed near,
Of love and death, and silent fear.

Once a beauty, now a wraith,
Bound by time and cursed by faith.
Her lover gone, but never far,
A secret kept, a hidden scar.

Her father’s grip, a shadow cast,
Held her tight, chained to the past.
Years went by, the silence grew,
Her home a tomb, with secrets too.

A scent of death, a floral lie,
Masked decay where shadows lie.
In her bed, he lay so still,
Her only love, her final thrill.

Beside his corpse, a pillow bore,
The imprint of her head, no more.
A single hair, a love’s last thread,
In the dark, where passion bled.

No fairy tale, no lover’s plea,
Just death’s embrace, eternally.
Her peace found in a grim release,
A twisted love that wouldn’t cease.

The townsfolk knew, but dared not speak,
Of Emily’s love, so dark and bleak.
A rose for her, a tale of woe,
A final kiss from long ago.

In the end, just bones remain,
A love entwined in endless pain.
Emily’s tale, a shadow’s gleam,
A nightmare wrapped in a dying dream.