exquisite corpse

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.

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