A story so dark, so tragic, you best brace yourself-
*leans closer over candle flame* *leans out a bit because I'll burn myself*
'twas a stormy night, and the light was low, as the children paced the halls.
Their candle flickered up and down in a shaky, nervous gold.
But in the deep and darkness, there was something they failed to see-
There were voices in that corridor, and voices whispering.
And they pressed forward in their blindness, careful so as not to fall-
But in their haste, they missed the crimson, dripping down the walls.
*leans closer over candle flame* *leans out a bit because I'll burn myself*
'twas a stormy night, and the light was low, as the children paced the halls.
Their candle flickered up and down in a shaky, nervous gold.
But in the deep and darkness, there was something they failed to see-
There were voices in that corridor, and voices whispering.
And they pressed forward in their blindness, careful so as not to fall-
But in their haste, they missed the crimson, dripping down the walls.
How's life?