The damp dark shadowed gates role over
Going around creaking, cracking, coaxing you closer.
Black draped cloaks upon the panes,
I stare through from the different lanes.
The whole thing is dark dank and black
Everything is as dark as midnight
When the trees turn to the right
Like the swamp of murmurs that lay at the front
But as you go up to the hunt
They open the door with a smile to welcome you in to my home
