Whispers
The chamber is empty
And full of silence
Columns hold it up
Etched with scripture
The dead live here
Illuminating the walls
A line of torches
Burst with blue flame
In the very center
Resides a pentagram
Standing at each star point
Hooded devils chant
The silence is broken
And now the room is full
Spirits fill the chamber
Their chatter rattling minds
A sudden chill
Seeps into the bone
The fires erupt like bonfires
Casting blue light
Blood drizzles slowly
From the mouths of the chanters
The blood is purple
And eats at the cloaks like acid
The walls suddenly burn
Invisible writing now visible
More scriptures
Illuminating scarlet
A wave passes through
And the chanting finally stops
Cloaks fall in heaps
Their wearers nowhere to be seen
The dead live here
Illuminating the walls
Columns hold it up
Etched with scripture
The chamber is silent
But far from empty
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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