Footsteps lingered in the threads of the carpeting
As the sound of your voice echoes back from the walls
Fingernails scratched into the wood of the moulding
When invocations mingled amongst the outer squalls
Patterns forged from shards of decorative pargeting
While the ropes bite deeper when the victim crawls
Where visions of monsters lie within the beholding
Bitter the poison on the tongue that it scalds
The grinding of steel while it is sharpening
Ever louder, the darkness calls
Jon Gray Lang.com 
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