Step right in
great to see you
it's been so long
sorry I haven't cleaned up
since you left
how have you been
I've been thinking about you
let me make some coffee
you must promise
you'll never leave me again
dear morning.

It's the shadow that follows --
It's the brooding moor
That's all that awaits
Beyond every door

Like a strong current
That pulls under ice
Like coal-hued clouds
Blocking the skies

The black dog
The dark hound
The soul fog
The void's sound

A figure, cadaverous,
With Anubis' head
A personal Cerberus
Guarding the dead

A dawn that won't break
A tunnel without ends
A room with no doors
Unmakeable amends

The black dog
The dark hound
The soul fog
The void's sound

Blinded by a
tissue of lies
we meet our fate
with dewy eyes

Growing smaller
waning unbound
void of colour
and void of sound

Eidolons swarm
a host of hollows
shapes without form
nothing follows.