Spoken by Irene:

There is no light in the place over yonder
Only memories pace the corridors and stairs
The weeping of the paintwork once a work of wonder
Now seeping damp is creeping everywhere

The hall that once echoed with merry laughter
Beckons you to enter with cold fingers of gloom
Such parties it knew with singing rising to the rafters
Now ghosts have precedence to roam from room to room

Beautiful dresses all a-glitter, ladies with rouged cheeks
The very walls cry out for the music and the pomp
A miriad of lights shone down around dancing feet
So long ago when guests outside would romp

Where once beautiful lawns lay and the trees a delight
Naked jungle meets the eye miserable neglect all around
So grand it looked long ago brilliantly all alight
Now only the windows gaze starkly to the ground