The manor breathes through lungs of dust,
Locked in a shroud of iron rust.
The fault is etched in the marble floor,
A jagged path to the cellar door...
Where shadows pool like spilled-out ink,
And heavy, rusted chain-links clink.
The gargoyles watch with sightless eyes,
Feeding on echoes of ancient lies.
The names are gone from the chapel wall,
Forgotten spirits in the hall.
The ivy chokes the window pane,
Drinking the grey and bitter rain.
No candle burns, no prayers are said
For the restless and the unmourned dead......
The world above has moved its pace,
Leaving no map to this hollow place.
But salt won't seal the coffins tight,
Nor prayers dismiss the coming night.
The stains remain beneath the floor,
A phantom hand against the door.
For blood and stone have memories long,
Of every slight and every wrong......
A jagged soul, by darkness driven......begging for life....
Death Sentence Given.....
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 7:25 AM UTC
The manor breathes through lungs of dust,
Locked in a shroud of iron rust.
The fault is etched in the marble floor,
A jagged path to the cellar door...
Where shadows pool like spilled-out ink,
And heavy, rusted chain-links clink.
The gargoyles watch with sightless eyes,
Feeding on echoes of ancient lies.
The names are gone from the chapel wall,
Forgotten spirits in the hall.
The ivy chokes the window pane,
Drinking the grey and bitter rain.
No candle burns, no prayers are said
For the restless and the unmourned dead......
The world above has moved its pace,
Leaving no map to this hollow place.
But salt won't seal the coffins tight,
Nor prayers dismiss the coming night.
The stains remain beneath the floor,
A phantom hand against the door.
For blood and stone have memories long,
Of every slight and every wrong......
A jagged soul, by darkness driven......begging for life....
Death Sentence Given.....
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
