The storm rages on, casting shards of light to the ground.

I am alone...completely in this world, for it is not my will for people to exist at this time.

I am alone...my children have left me, they've left me...

They will never return, this place will never be the same...true?

Once a mansion that held a gothic romance, now a dilapidated nothing...

I'll burn it to the ground, my hatred for this place...profound.

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omg I actually finished a poem. but it doesn't feel finished, so I'm going to add some to the middle I think...corrective critisism VERY welcome.