The night heat a relentless huntress, heinous, humid and homeless; the hall its only escape.
In faint light an impenetrable end, deep and swallowing; unforgiving in its direction.
An image forms out of its black cloth: a girl of murdered feelings, her eyes bidding silence.
Her piercing knife deflates me like a balloon with its entry, I follow her in helpless despise.
We reach a door, in its chamber a door behind; skeletons self-chained to walls.
Through the door behind its destination final, I'd become like they are; I take my place.
We stand waiting for its time would come, the enveloping dark absorbing us; futureless.
Who wants to know of it? Would I have been broken if I had yet spoken? In eternal mist I wonder.
