The Mansion. 2AM.
Strange lights in the skies again.
Glowing embers dissolve away
But not the remnants of another day…
The Sun – it set hours ago –
The Moon’s about, but its light’s low.
And the Moonlight’s white, not this eerie red that awoke me as I lay in bed.
An eerie silence crept around
The gentle breeze causing the only sound
As branches sway as they reach up high
Looking charred against the ferocious sky.
The Mansion. 2:45AM.
Darkness returns; all’s normal again.
Normal.
That’s a matter of opinion around these here parts – it comes along in fits and starts.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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