The feelings were stifled by being locked up
In a manor empty, they were boarded up
Smouldering like the undying embers
That from passing fires, quietly simber.
Venting around the manor they go
At times passing fast, at times agonisingly slow
Throwing all their might to make the manor bow
Like a headwind would, a ship's prow.
But what these embers didn't quite get
Is their fate, in stone which was set
Unrequited as they were, they had to go
Pass they must, for a no is no.
The residents of this manor dark
While excited to, on a new journey embark
Were reluctant to, fully forget
The goals they tried for, but failed to get.
So as the manor, today stood still
Letting potential tenants have their fill
Faint whispers haunted it's halls still
As if someone bled , from a deliberate quill.