A young maiden stands
At the foot of the steps
Watching another, in dismay

Through the open doorway
In a swing by the trees
Seems she’s been put on display

Climbs up the stairs, into the dark
Unaware of what truly is
Tis here, she becomes Devil’s prey

For once you cross the threshold
Come through the blood stained door
You become empty, lonely and cold
No longer human, anymore…

 

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