Inside this room, the halls fill with the illuminating darkness, Where it shines a spotlight on the truths we often hide, Fall and behold to its witchcraft in earnest prowess, Cannot seem to unravel the long painted ties,
Maybe it chills to think of the possibility, Remembering past and futures of an infinite, Resolute but twisted that is a trap for *******, To a world only in the imagination where it is not an illusory,
Be careful for naught it is fury of red that will be caught, Although in this black hallway it would only seem like a pretty thought.
Look yourself in the mirror and ask, maybe dream of the sub conscious and track, where ever you may go it will lie with you, darker than a shadow the temptress (gender and species undefined) may turn you.