Gloom this place covered in fog
the aura so frail yet nothing so fierce,
Living in hell, this place on Earth,
yet none so close to heaven so fine.
Stain-glass window peering through snow,
all in wonder wanting to know
the things that all will soon go,
such mastery in all of horror's glory.
Wind howls in agony of past spirit bringers
the demons of the night hidden from prying eye,
seeking this home of no one's rest,
only a home of horror and wonder.
Pace is fast wanting to see,
this place so haunting yet none leave be,
a haunting hell where none will be free,
such a wonder it even attracts me.
