Hallways stretching off into the heart
of a dark that shifts uncomfortably,
the low grumbling of a formless monster.

Without end, the horror of eternity
reaching for me with dragon’s claws.

How familiar this pain is these days;
how unfamiliar the solace of nights.
I will not battle the coming dark
while I still haunt day’s golden light.

It was not I who built the House,
it was the House who constructed me.