By candlelight, she roamed
the corridors of Abbeville Court.
Searching each room
that holds a yesterday glow.
Memories deep in shadow,
sorrow scurries to darker corners.
Faded wallpaper whispers
of lost dreams, broken promises.
The mournful sound of crows
echoes through dark windows.
The last room remains locked
against memories too painful.
Through the keyhole, children’s toys can be seen,
abandoned by time.
With your ear to the wall, laughter remains
In the broken shell of Abbeville Court
Where Lady Margaret roams the corridors
Locked in memories embrace…