The fall of House Usher

In Usher's house, so grim and old, A tale of doom and fear unfolds. The mansion, crumbling, dark, and bleak, Hides secrets that the heart does seek. Roderick Usher, tortured soul, Lives within this somber hole. With his sister, Madeline fair, They bear a curse, a weight to bear. A malady, a haunting curse, In Madeline, it's getting worse. The Usher line, so frail, so thin, Is marked by madness from within. [instrumental bridge] The house itself, a living thing, With shadows dark, and whispers sing. Its halls are filled with dread and gloom, A tomb that's waiting for their doom. As days go by, the tension grows, The storm outside, a tempest rose. Madeline, she takes her last breath, While Roderick faces certain death. The house, it cracks, the world does quake, In death, the twins, they both partake. The fall of Usher's house complete, A tale of horror, dark, and sweet. And thus, the House of Usher fell, In Poe's dark tale, where shadows dwell. A masterpiece of Gothic lore, A haunting tale forevermore.