Sinister Countdown: Ghost in the Pane
I stand here before the looking glass still, Feet upon the window sill. Fingers so cold run down my spine, Drawing through veil from places divine. Alone I’m not, looking at the streets below, My room behind filled with an unearthly glow. Voices echo and fill me head, As I push against glass with riding … More Sinister Countdown: Ghost in the Pane