The gates are closed
no one can now, be let in
this is the communion of the dark
rich in blood sweet and never stark

Watch the vines grow
see their spiky ulterior motives
protect and never collaborate
that is the poison they bleed

Our house is now protected
waves of shields convert the earthly skies
this to my own storms
to the bitter and so cold

To all who have found me
you are not just friends
you are my guest
in the manor of death

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris