My love forever resides
In the dark recesses
Of Chilton Hall.
Under the cold damp ground,
She rests for eternity.
Every night she walks in my dreams.
My sweet Cassandra,
My love.
Taken from me way too soon,
She haunts my waking moments,
The same as she haunts my sleep.
Always beckoning,
Always calling.
My love,
My sweet Cassandra.
Here in Chilton Hall,
Her presence holds me here.
A prisoner against my will.
Soon I will join her,
Under the cold damp ground
In the dirt of the family crypt.
Always gesturing,
Always waving,
Always motioning.
My love,
My sweet Cassandra.
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