DARKDOORS

The sad sad sound of darkness breaks upon the light
A chilling cry of horror turns the pale face white
Eyes paint a tragedy of terror erect from hell
Blood on the doorknob the body a corpse that smell
Sickness of a horror of screams glimmering the night
Echoes from the soul of the beast in flight
Fame power and glory they ask before the door
Darkdoors is the door when a soul becomes a whore

copyright Anthony Darden 
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