Palace of ghosts

A fragment of who she was

Her witch's hat lays discarded, forgotten

Now the place she called home is just filled

With cobwebs, dust, and ghosts

That scream out, long live our queen

The skeleton of what she was never replies

But the memory still remains

Not yet turned to stone

In a haunted mansion,

In an empty palace,

Like the minds of the lost

Searching for the light

But remaining trapped in the dark

Careful of the edge now

Once there, you can never turn back

To who you once were