Sorceress Supreme

It so happened some years ago, a story of the past it seems, the room was wide and huge, absorbing the echoes of her screams. Her tale is told in those corridors still, where she roams, almost as if free, the ghost of her bolting/shutting doors, what happened that night, I couldn't foresee. Loud banging waking up the dead, calling them to join her quest, the dead following her in the night, In that hostel only dead did rest. I hear her sometimes still, in what I believe are dreams, I swear I saw a light on the ceiling, of her, sorceress supreme.