The velvet candle

I set down from my dorm to a vast empty room
The night was dead and I wanted a drink to consume
I walked up to the bar and took a seat that was near
I looked around, wondered why no one was here
I looked up and there was the host
We both grabbed a drink and made a toast
I was staring at the velvet candle, dripping it's wax
I asked him his name, and he replied gently with max
In his English accent, that sounded antique
Something about this man made my bones weak
I heard a key from a piano, coming from another room in the mansion
I felt my buzz, and still wondered about this guys fashion 
It was the middle of the night, way passed dawn
Everybody was asleep and my drink was gone
Looking from the glass, I then glanced around
Nobody was there and silence was the sound
Staring at the candle as it bled
The mind was tired, so I decided to head back to bed
As I was walking back, my eye caught an old picture, and there, there was the host
I looked back, and knew then, that I was talking with a ghost