The Mansion of Winding Corridors

The mansion was of winding corridors

And inconceivably hidden floors,

Over which they said nobody was a Master,

But all made level by the mighty Caster,

To walk and stroll amongst that vast old place,

With all the pleasures and no cause for haste.

Perhaps upon some long forgotten day

All had been equal in their happy stay

But some unexpected time had occurred

And into that mansion had troubles stirred.

From that day onwards nothing was the same

For upon it all one man laid his claim

And took at once to t...