haunted mansion inside the antique parlor the music box began to play as the music of the spheres dancing through the atmosphere a song of the ancients did appear harmonizing,resonant with all within its' walls among its'candlelit halls resplendent with its' ivy boughs in the family gallery a mourning portrait of a sallow-faced child with languid eyes of deepest brown stared out into time his presence now remains within his nursery walls his suffering aflame as the candles lit therein beyond,the citron-scented hall where the lady of the music stands bedecked,beneath the kissing ball frozen ever in her youth and ever there,she stands,in time within these walls,she lingers on her single tones in sequence with the music of an edwardian song