Walking up the holy steps

bare feet on silver ground,

I see the ghosts the hellion watchers

the deafening drums they pound,

They call they call

a sound so soft and sweet,

Their song swirls and caress’s 

binds unseen chains around my feet,

“Come….” “come….”

these drums they call they call,

We promise no more nightmares

just gently you’ll fall.

I can’t help it

so easy to slip,

Like a poisonous drink

i just take a sip,

Back towards the vortex

so deep under ground,

Where hostility rages

where screams are the sound….

.x.

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