Towers loomed, arched windows dark, trees lurched.
The desolate howl of a beast echoed
within.
Unending, unnerving, and unashamed it roared.
Chills rippled the torn velvet curtains,
flickered the candle flame and withered my soul.
In I must go, up, up the winding stair to where my heart is caged.
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