Deep into an unseen fortress,
tainted whispers hum along, passing through,
where no one knows untamed beginnings,
or downfalls of pitiful sinners walking by;
awakened voices crept through these walls,
they transcend in undoubting misery,
a betrayed denial from blurred reality,
as idle steps crowd and fumble;
drowning, slowly tumbling,
a rekindle of a powerful spellbound,
the rumble of God's wrath,
reigned under skin's trembling touch;
the howl of the whistling wind,
murmur across closed doors,
like memories of love's crumbling past,
pieces into pieces scramble onto the floor...
