The derelict mansion broke out with a smile
It hadn't had visitors in quite a while
Large, gaping maws, it swallowed them whole
None had escaped yet — not even one soul
Screams and groans engulfed by the dark
the despair within had left a mark
Not just on body, but on the mind
in the mansion that no one would find
The puppet sits up with a click and a clack
For finding secrets it had a knack
Wandering deep within darkness below
skin a grey pallor, eyes dark as crow
Blood on the floor, blood in the air
the stench of them dying is everywhere
The blood and gore seems to be without end;
these broken bodies that may never mend
Running, fleeing, through loops of time
Old, rotting corpses all left behind
and the clocks which seem to hold the key
for all of these poor souls to go free
But for now the jaws of the mansion are locked
Its mouth is a door upon which many have knocked
But still it's impossible to really be sure
if for this madness there'll ever be a cure
Okay, explanation for the gross lines everywhere: apparently and no longer like letting you double line down (pretty much just press enter twice and leave the empty line there). So in order to keep my poem separated out into the correct stanzas, I had to put in the lines. All through my poem.
Whatever, I just hope that gets fixed.
...hopefully