Tonight I decided it’s time to revisit the supernatural side of things again.  Possibly from spending the last couple of days at the Ottawa Comiccon .

Ancient, Inevitable, Darkness

The nightmare stalks, it haunts this place,
More dreadful than you know.
So many now have come and gone,
A dark seeps from below.

There’s hands that grab or push or slap,
Footsteps where none are seen.
There’s things that move or disappear,
Things that could not have been.

The lights turn on the lights turn off,
When none are in the room.
And more than this there is an air,
Of dark, oppressive gloom.

We do not know what walks within,
Walked there before we came.
No matter what we think we know,
Less certain than we claim.

No one can stay within this house,
Though some will always try.
No matter who no matter what,
If they don’t flee they die.

It has been there so very long,
Been there since times untold.
Has watched and waited all that time,
For it’s plans to unfold.

Do not go man this ancient house,
Avoid it’s shadowed door.
Pray what’s within remain within,
Trapped there forever more.

Cheers, Winston