Floorboards creak under a waiting foot,
Dust floats between slatted windows.
In the twilight vines twist and dry,
Hold tight to rotting eves.
Let chains rattle upon stairs so steep,
And eyes widen in a vain search for hope.
As foundations settle,
So too do hidden tombs shift and awaken.
As walls breathe with secrets quite villianous,
A ghostly hand raises to silence all.
Drop now upon sources walled up,
As ghoulish bone white smiles hide,
Beneath plaster so carefully laid.
You may dare to enter this realm,
But never will part of you ever escape.