Silent footstep
A hex, a spell, a whispered barb
A curse, a lie, a witches garb
Behold the depth of darkness falls
And closes in on these four walls
The stone is cold beyond the touch
The rats roam freely from the hutch
The stench of vengeance fills the air
A silent footstep on the stair
The scent of overwhelming fear
The sense of danger edging near
The hallowed graves are overhead
It's time to meet the waking dead
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