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Twilight is gathering outside the wrought door

And cradling elder stones which knew the days of yore.

Cold breath of autumn is blowing out the candles' flame.

Are you imagining, or something wicked came?

Oppressive silence is reviving old beliefs,

Your memory is bringing distant echoes of griefs.

Feel touch of primal fear that you cannot explain,

Have you misheard, or did you hear the rattling chain?



Something moving in the darkness,

Coming through the voiceless halls -

Incarnation of unkindness,

Fateful curse of ancient walls!