Opaque is thee,
Dull, dark and soundless night.
It creeps up my spine,
Proving the fright.

Dark is the girls eyes,
Who stands and waits.
Preventing all to pass,
Even her mate.

Opaque is the eye-like windows,
On the upper floor.
Where the ghost of old.
Hunts for his score.

Dull, dark and Soundless night.
Free me from his ebony wings,
Free me from the inside.

Break these habits,
Of opaque demise.
Where the dagger may yet wait.
To end thy life..