In dusty halls I lay awake and see
the dark and daunting creatures of the night;
Cremations sprinkle ashen, empty halls,
Archaic figures creep along the walls,
Each hungry for a little taste of me.
Their musty growls and throaty howls stir fright
And quiver even mighty hearts to stall.
In dusty halls I hear your vicious call,
The echo of my anguished cries your creed.
The slither of your tongue, your gruesome might
Have broken those left stained upon your walls.
But, me, I will not crumble, left to crawl
Like you through dank and narrow blackened seas
Of shattered souls and dreams in dusty halls.