With winds blowing softly
As the rain gently falls
The silence is golden
Within these great halls
A sudden gust of wind
Causes a stir in the trees
It’s strange what you notice
With a slow connection speed
I tune in to the window,
Rather, the sounds from beyond,
As I sit here waiting
For my PC to respond
A night creature howls
There’s a tap on the glass
I can see half my webpage
– Well, a quarter – at last…
Like nails down a chalkboard
Comes a scratching on the pane
Oh, I don’t believe it! It’s gone!
The page is loading again!
A voice whispers chillingly
From outside of the room
Ah, now things are much quicker
No – I spoke far too soon…
The vampires are asking
That I let them in
I turn back to my computer
Hoping my browser begins
Now the werewolves have gathered
They growl and they play
But I sit and wonder
For what do I pay?
I open the window
And leap out to the pack
But will things be quicker
When I eventually get back?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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