Black Flowers

Come.
Walk the path with me,
Where nightmares lead the way.
The path is cracked, and
Overgrown;
The windows dark, with
No one home;
Just shadows hidden from
The day.

Come.
Through the door with me,
This portal old and grim.
A hallway dark, no
Light abroad;
Crooked the floor, warped
The boards;
Who knows what evil lies
Within.

Come.
See this room with me,
With dust and dirt about.
No laughter now, to
Lift the beams;
The moving shapes, not
What they seem;
With silent mouths they wish
To shout.

Come.
Lay and stay with me,
To still your beating heart.
Give up the ghost, let
Loose your soul;
Let bone and flesh,
Grow ever cold;
Like black flowers grown in
The dark.

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