House Of Wary Shadows

Autumn’s eleventh hour chimes
In an old broken brick house
Shadows spilling out of cracks in the wall
To observe the coming night

Inside neglected tenebrous confines
Sordid vapors craving solitude
Scattered quickly through
Rain-scented halls
To below where dark was right

Intruder who comes is unwanted
Burden for idle shadows we
This is our time, suffer no light
Prattling spawns of the dark complete

Vicious bright we cannot breathe
In fear we strike without mercy
Go we now
Ominous cloud of death
Purging up from the cold deep depths

Beware wary soul
Travel not at night

Resting sad eyes near the fireplace
Didn’t know shapeless murderers
Gathered slowly from dust-scented halls
Blood on stone, no time to wait