In the shadowed night, a tale unfolds,
Where secrets lie and darkness scolds.
Whispers dance upon the breeze,
A mystery woven through the trees.
In an old manor, damp and cold,
Lies a story yet untold.
Footsteps echo down the hall,
An eerie silence blankets all.
The moon casts its pale, haunting glow,
Illuminating what lurks below.
A detective arrives, sharp and keen,
Seeking answers yet unseen.
The widow weeps in veiled despair,
Her lover lost, beyond repair.
But in her eyes, a glimmer slight,
A secret hidden, out of sight.
The gardener tends to withered blooms,
A witness to impending dooms.
His hands bear stains, his face drawn,
What does he know of the night's scorn?
The clock ticks on with measured dread,
Unveiling truths as blood is shed.
Red herrings float, confusion reigns,
As the puzzle pieces test our brains.
With every turn and twisted thought,
The culprit nears, their plot unfought.
A labyrinth of clues to untwine,
The answer hides, yet to align.
And in the final act's embrace,
The curtain falls with quiet grace.
The detective reveals the truth,
Unlocking secrets from their youth.
The mystery solved, the shadows fade,
Leaving memories that won't evade.
A tale of intrigue, suspense, and fear,
A mystery poem to linger near.
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