[Scene III]
Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand.
So, these are the
walls
Wherein hides my doom
And night, when it falls
Brings ghoul-ridden gloom
Rest shall I find in here
'till death
doth his deed
Away with these tales of aghast!
That bereaveth my sleep.
Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me!
A new
morning shall prove them all wrong,
Them olde creeps and their
Dull fairytale fantasy.
The haunt is on...
"And to thee
night appears
Sans the quiet of her spheres.."
No longer can I bare
The pesterings of light
Safe the sacred fires
That
moon and stars ignite.
Good is evil, wrong is right
And thy horrors my delight!
The haunt is on...
No rest will I
find
As long as a dream
Within my wretched mind
Brings darkness to sheen.
For sorrow and woe
Seem my destiny
No
thought of dispersion,
Nor gleams of the hope
Of the hopeless
Have found into me!
