The castle with the ruby jaded room!

If, you travel, to England, their, sits, a castle!
 With walls, of pure, stone!
Marble, and diamond, were collected, by, its master!
 The story, of how, this, castle, was built, is still told, through bloody, fables and tales!
They say, a long time, ago, a foreign, man and, a man from England, use to get together and sail!
They would, catch, fish, and drink, ale!
 Antiques, run deep, in the family, tree!
I'm speaking, of the picture!
 The Blood, moon, was painted, by this artist!
He loved, his violin!
 It gave, him excitement!
He is friends, with, the skull!
 No bat, does, bite him!
Bloody, was in, his heart, from deaths, that were, tragic!
 Yet, faithful, was his pen!
Life's thoughts, it did capture!
 He had, a friend, who use, to play, with, "the wolves"!
My dear fellow, why lie with a wolf!
 One day, to him, he said!
They are, blood thirsty!
 You, are not, his prey!
Even, his mate!
 One day, my good fellow, it will eat you!
A death tole, you will pay!
 My lad, no worries," I am ok", he replied!
If life, does have it, that day, I will die!
 One day, the next, summer, the artist, fell, in love again!
She was beautiful, with gorgeous, skin, like vanilla!
 When, it came, time, for the two, to be married, the artist, remembered, his friend!
I'll send him, an invitation!
 It will, be good, to see him!
Shortly after, he got, no reply!
 His friend, had got, caught, by the wolf!
Near, the river, as he, passed by!
 They say, late, at night, when, the wind, starts, to blow, you, can still, hear, him screaming!
When, 'The Moon, becomes Blood'!