The Dark Palace

Tue, 12/03/2013 - 19:27 -- 14hoska

The darkness will rise,

The moon will shine,

And take souls as a prize,

While the creatures moan and whine.


The morose skies,

The dreadful evils,

The hopeless cries,

The place filled with devils.


The palace of doom,

The mansion of horror,

The castle of gloom,

The place that can go no lower.


The moon might shine in the sky,

But the souls that are trapped will never fly.


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