Playtime at Collinwood
David and Amy are indeed, the best of mates
But little did they know, the trouble that awaits
Sounds of music through the wall
That does so enthrall
Could lead them to dire straits
Whilst at play, they spy the secret room
And discover a skeleton’s tomb
A voice beckons them to...“Play the game!”
This mysterious voice with no name
Which may place them in imminent doom
Once again, they hear this melody
Like a hypnotic rhapsody
Two images boldly appear
Wishing them both to adhere
To 'temporary' custody
The ghosts of Quentin and Beth
Nearly scare them both to death
Much too afraid to scream
And running out of steam
As they ran down the halls, out of breath
L. A. Stone
Copyright 2006
CHEERS!!!! 