I hear whispers in the walls
Chuckles behind the curtain
And now the ghouls have made their calls.
A gnawing doubt, cold and certain
That shadows stole away the light
My heart grows cold, a heavy burden.
This house now stands as a blight
A monument to some great fall
Lorded over by this wicked wight.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
I hear whispers in the walls
Chuckles behind the curtain
And now the ghouls have made their calls.
A gnawing doubt, cold and certain
That shadows stole away the light
My heart grows cold, a heavy burden.
This house now stands as a blight
A monument to some great fall
Lorded over by this wicked wight.
