this house;
too dark, too quiet;
an unknown abyss.
tenants leave after six months;
running out screaming.

in this house,
*even the ghosts are haunted.

This tale I tell is bound by fire
Of dark magic, and dragons
Of that I'm no liar
Tis on a night just like this
That Bormar fell to bits

In deepest darkest middle ground
Where elves and warlocks roam around
And magic spills from every lip
And potions hang on every sip

The battle of the dragon borne
Against the mighty shadow horn
Would change the balance of the land
Where only one could rule with the strongest hand

Now wizards and dragons they plotted tight
Recruited elves and shadow knights
Made spells that would win no doubt
And banish all the goodness out

The longhorns of Bormar didn't dwell
For they knew that this could spell
The end of all they they held tight
And pledged to slay and **** all night

And so it was that they did meet
High on yonder hill did greet
Two armies of strength and power
Waiting for the killing hour

And when all blood spilled
And pain was born
Bormar stood
Now empty and gone

I look into the mirror and expect to see me,
but it is not me that I see
Well, it is, but truly it is not me
I expected to see a face healthy and full of life
Instead I see one that is ghastly and full of strife
Instead of bright eyes, hers are gaunt
Instead of rosy cheeks, hers are sallow, sunk
My lips I'm sure are of a healthy hue
Not hers, they appear to be blue
"This is not me!" I yell at the mirror of me
Then my image smiles and whispers "soon"
At this I take flight
My entire being filled with fright
All the while I hear her laughing
*Coming from within the mirror in my room

Can you see the monster in the trees?
Hush for a moment, start to believe.

The monster with fingers made up of sticks
Taps on the bark, Click, Click, Click!!

The monster with eyes of glowing red
Stares at your soul, feelings of dread

Can you see the monster in the trees?
Hush for a moment, start to believe

The monster that growls a deafening moan
It sinks inside you, small or bit grown

The monster that walks and stalks its prey
Sounds of it's footsteps, come closer it stays

Can you see the monster in the trees?
Hush for a moment, start to believe

The monster with shadows as big as a house
Darkness surrounds, chasing the mouse

The monster with teeth as sharp as a knife
Cuts through the flesh, a moment in strife

Can you see the monster in the trees?
Hush for a moment, start to believe

The monster it whispers "Don't be afraid"
All in my head, things that I made

The monster it sits alone in the end
Lonely and sad and tears never mend

Can you see the monster in the trees?
Hush for a moment, start to believe

Seething through the broken night
Shush the moment brought to light

The whispers heard by crying sound
as footprints cross the solemn ground

Gates passed through to Bachelor's Grove
Eyes of cold and constant flows

She haunts your thoughts and every step
Shivering spine with goose bumps left

Ghostly figures at night time stray
Orbs on  film can't look away

Look right through the fields of stone
Aged with time and weathered tone

Shoulders tapped with haunted thought
The air was empty, your mind is caught

Turned around with no one there
Hallow's Eve with more to scare

Visions of past and Chicago's dead
Rise on up through blackened thread

Screams of terror and morbid sins
Stopped in tracks, they're gone again

Reach the gate of rusted steel
Fallen down on deadly keel

Out of the depths of the spirit's trove
Passed through the gates of Bachelor's Grove

The aged beast.
The haggard crone.
Bony fingers.
Crooked nose.
Chewing bones of children pure.
Evil person that's for sure.
She stands and stirs her cauldron.
Vile smelling.
Slings in a dead rat or two.
A newt, who looked cute.
Grinned as she chucked him in.
Black cat crawled around her legs.
Cracked in a dozen rotten eggs.
Goodness knows what she is brewing.
Smells terrible.
Door flies open.
Almost of its hinges.
The man in the black pointed hat strolled in.
Had a bad day, he scowls as he whinges.
Hangs his nose above the cooking ***.
Smells great darling.
What have we got?
(c)LIVVI