A sight for my eyes
In the higher level of the haunted halls
I notice coffins circling around
Eight of them to be precise
Cursed by and with dark magic
Around and around they go
They're almost hypnotizing me
With their eerie dance
And opening and shutting synchronicity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But its what's inside that, entrances and enchants you- Dracula's widows! the hollowed pale grimace of the undead staring into your soul.. electric and hypnotic writing