Ancient echo

The gate swung slowly open,its hinges creaking and its surface
beginning to fray.
The house was deadly silent-the mystery lay within where the walls were
thickly coated in a misty grey-like web.
Sweet singing in the quarters,happy hunting in the park-the guns and
roses had long faded.
No marching,no feeling,no living above earth.
The ground was thick with life but the turf was fresh with dirt .