Hallowed Walls and Halls

What darkness falls behind hallow walls, and yet here I sit cold inside these hallowed halls. Deaths decay lasting from fall to fall, all the while I stay behind darkened hallow walls. Deaths hand creeping to one and all, his hand decays and crumbles darkened hallowed walls, reaching forth into the darkened halls, his boney hands scraping the walls. Midnight hour soon will fall, at my door deaths hand soon will paw. I do not quiver in my char sitting lonely behind my darkened hallowed walls, inside my darkened hallowed halls. The door creeps open to my walls and incomes a boney shrouded hand invading my halls. Reaching forth grabbing me up as if I were nothing at all, like a mere mouse only six inches tall. Now I lay in true hallowed walls, not as big as before but still there six feet tall. Lying in a box that is a little small, my body decays broken from its fall off the top of the wall. Soul and body no longer one and all, soul floating down bloody river surrounded by hallowed halls and screaming calls, as my body lay cold and broken, with in hallowed walls in a casket a bit too small.

By: Sun Dragon 12/26/02
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