The room… it held in the darkness; a self-encapsulating prison…

Silent echo.

Cautionary tales, shared through a cautionary glance, half inferred cautionary advice, to be paid off with a cautionary stone.

The serpent held its place, dangling on the sill, whispering half concoctions to the man known as death… hell followed.

The guise of honor, shown in the stare of cadaverous ghosts, with pecked out pupils.

Respect suppressed in shame

Reverie found in pain

Obfuscation in the wake

Engrossed epigraph held over the stake