The House of Shadows

Into the darkness they fly
These shadows that filter and fray
Those who die are they
And all are grounded as they begin to decay

Her gown glistens in moonlight splendor
As the withered hands, they reach beneath her
From the ground so soft and shallow
The fragrant breeze leaves her pale and hollow

Into a house she walks up creaking steps
Inside hollow walls, these evils are kept
Up stairs in a room so dark
The moon so still, the sound of the dog bark

The door to the attic, locked
With laughs within corridors, she is mocked
The twist of a wrist, open with a skeleton key
The sounds of the night, these rustling leaves upon a tree

Outside the window, lurks the dead
All is not so right in her head
Her hallucinations, within her scream
Hoping it all is just a bad dream

But yet the room is pale and damp
Smell of mildew, as she lights the lamp
The shadows leave at the mention of the light
These shadows of hers, they scream, run with fright

There is peace, but a peace most unsettling
Like a fire that burns out, the ambers relenting
She locks the door behind her as she walks down the stairs
The shadows call, answers them she dares

They call her name and lead her away
And soon the moon gives way to another day
She lies within her grave once more
Until the night falls, bleeding flesh, fantastic gore

She rises again when the moon settles
She is the witch, in her tomb of metal
She scratches the ground, crawls out and devours
Flies through the night in the wee small hours........