
Thickly crusted with moss and the dust of ages,
It lay in silence with floors and windows sound but stained
with the blood of innocents,
and the haunted dreams of the souls that strode
along it’s cursed and tapered halls.
Thickly crusted with moss and the dust of ages,
It lay in silence with floors and windows sound but stained
with the blood of innocents,
and the haunted dreams of the souls that strode
along it’s cursed and tapered halls.
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