Dreams In The Witch-House

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!