Laughter echoes through the halls
When the lord and master calls
The old clock with its thirteenth chime
Signifies arrival time
An eerie mist passes through
Walls, doors and room to room
The mist is from the master’s soul
The visits to attain his goal
To find the place to rest and be
Finally forever free
The laughter’s from those that mock
The ones that haunt, and taunt and shock
They watch the lord and hear his plea
’Please, please, help me be free’
The master’s mist must never stop
Its search to find the phantom clock
For the time it keeps is the very key
That will allow the lord be free
But time is also the poor lord’s curse
And so cruel it is within his search
As he must find the clock by the thirteenth bell
The arrival time to his ghostly hell
The Mansionic Perspective 
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